"It was a Friday night and we had gotten in a fight about something stupid, I honestly don't even remember what it was about. We were yelling in the kitchen so loud that Peter walked in crying and asked if we were getting in a divorce. I couldn't handle it anymore so I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and locked myself in the bathroom. After I was completely wasted, you knocked on the door reminding me we had to go to Peter's spelling bee at the school that we promised him we'd go to. So, I agreed to go, only for Peter. I was being stubborn of course, and insisted on driving. When we were in the car we started yelling at each other again. I was so wasted and so angry I wasn't...I wasn't paying attention on where I was going. A car was coming our way and I couldn't stop it. The car came slamming into us, throwing you through the windshield. Peter and I were okay, but you...you weren't so lucky."

Tony buried his face in his hands and began to cry. Steve didn't know what to say. "It's all my f-fault," Tony cried.

"Tony, it's okay."

"No it's not, Steve. The last words I said to you was that I hated you. And look at you now. Ive ruined you, Ive ruined our family. Oh God, I'm so sorry."