TKAM #7: Atticus

It's so hard to believe. So much is happening, I can't comprehend it all. It doesn't make any sense. I knew that Robert Ewell never exactly was a saint, but to go after Jem and Scout, I wouldn't expect that, even from him. It's my fault. I should have seen it coming. Breaking into Judge Taylor's house, harassing Helen Robinson, and I just assumed the best of everyone as I always do. Naturally though, I thought he wasn't serious that day at the post office, that spitting in my face got it all out of his system. I underestimated him. I should have reported him instead of just letting it lie, otherwise, none of this would have happened. But no. If I had done that, I wouldn't be Atticus Finch. No one would have expected that from me and I wouldn't have expected myself to turn him in for that. No one would have expected that of Bob Ewell, either. Oh, how can I call myself a father anymore? How can I call Jem and Scout my kids again? After what has happened? This all happened because of me. Because they were related to me, something they couldn't help. Jem, Scout, please forgive me.