His shoulders relaxed slightly.
“So… are we okay?”
I almost laughed.
“Kai, you’re asking for a seven-year marriage’s worth of forgiveness in the time it takes Mom to serve potatoes.”
Mom pointed a serving spoon at me.
“Don’t bring my potatoes into this.”
Dad laughed.
Even Kai managed a small smile.
I looked at my brother.
“I don’t hate you. But trust isn’t something you get back because you finally feel bad about losing it.”
He nodded.
“I understand.”
“I hope you do.”
And for once, I didn’t offer him a solution.
I let him sit with the consequences.
The Woman Who Came Back Too Late
Three months after the divorce proceedings began, Molly sent me a message.
MOLLY: Can we meet? Just once. I owe you the truth.
I considered ignoring it.
Then I agreed to meet her at a small café downtown.
She arrived early, wearing the green dress I’d once told her made her eyes look beautiful.
