My Son Kept Calling Our Neighbor “The Apology Man”—Then I Discovered the Heartbreaking Secret He Hid Behind the Fence

other side of the fence.

At first, I didn’t pay attention.

Then I heard him say, “I’m sorry.”

I froze.

A few seconds passed.

Then again, softer this time.

“I’m so sorry.”

His voice sounded broken.

Not polite.

Not casual.

Broken.

I stood slowly, my heart beginning to pound.

I knew I shouldn’t look.

But worry pulled me forward.

Through a small gap in the fence, I continue reading …