Mom reached for my hand.
“We can’t undo the past. But we can do better.”
I swallowed.
“Thank you.”
Kai shifted in his chair.
Then he said, “I owe you an apology too.”
I looked at him.
He struggled with the words.
“For the project. I should have credited you. And for Molly…”
He stopped.
I waited.
“I knew what I was doing was wrong,” he admitted. “I just kept telling myself that you two were already unhappy and that I wasn’t really hurting you.”
I stared at him.
“Did you ever ask me whether I was unhappy?”
“No.”
“Did you ask whether I wanted a divorce?”
“No.”
“Did you ever think about what this would do to me?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Not enough.”
It wasn’t a perfect apology.
But it was the first honest sentence I’d heard from him in a long time.
I nodded.
“I appreciate you saying that.”