I cried because, for seven years, I’d believed I had finally found a place where I didn’t have to compete for love.
And I’d been wrong.
The Secret My Brother Didn’t Know I Knew
The next morning, my father called.
“Kevin, we need to talk.”
“About Molly?”
“About everything.”
He sounded tired.
I agreed to meet my parents at their house.
When I arrived, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a box of tissues. Dad stood near the window, staring into the garden.
Mom reached for my hand.
“I’m so sorry.”
I nodded.
Dad cleared his throat.
“We should have seen something was wrong.”
“Yes,” I said. “You should have.”
He flinched.
I wasn’t trying to hurt him.
But I was tired of making everyone comfortable while I was the one in pain.
Mom wiped her eyes.
“Kai says you and Molly had been unhappy for a long time.”