was a coward.”
My father stared at her. “You let me believe our daughter abandoned us.”
“I was ashamed.”
“You let her raise a child alone.”
Her face collapsed.
“I know.”
“You let Noah’s parents mourn without knowing they had a grandson.”
“I know.”
His voice broke. “And you let me become a man who thought his own child hated him.”
My mother pressed both hands to her mouth and sobbed.
No one comforted her immediately.
Not because we wanted to punish her.
Because the truth needed to stand in the room without being covered too quickly.
Leo stepped closer to me again.
His voice was small. “Grandma sent your letters back?”
I looked down at him.
I wanted to protect him from adult pain. I wanted to tell him everything was simple and fixed now. But he had already seen too much confusion to accept a painted-over answer.
“Yes,”
