“I was a coward.”
They still loved their father, but Claire didn’t know when she’d trust him again.
In June, we had dinner together at Claire’s house. Randall asked to come because he wanted to apologize in person. I agreed, provided we kept the conversation calm around Lucy.
After dessert, he followed me onto the porch.
“I was a coward,” he said.
“Yes.”
“And you let me believe it.”
“You told me you couldn’t do this,” I said. “For almost a year, I thought you meant loving me while I was sick.”
Randall lowered his eyes.
“You knew that’s what I’d think.”
“Yes,” he said quietly. “I did.”
“And you let me believe it.”
“I’m sorry, Meryl.”
I thought about the woman who’d begged him to stay, and the woman I’d become without him.
He stared at his hands.
“Can I ever earn your forgiveness?”
I thought about the woman who’d begged him to stay, and the woman I’d become without him.