“I believe you. That doesn’t make what you did okay.”
“You were exhausted. You were grieving.”
He looked down.
“You took one of the worst moments of my life and decided it was the only version of me you could trust.”
“Nathan didn’t ask 20 questions,” he said. “He just sat there. I needed that, Cyn.”
“You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t know how.”
“Then you should’ve been bad at it.”
“I needed that, Cyn.”
He looked up.
“Bad at what?”
“Being scared with me. Saying the wrong thing. Letting me be scared too.”
***
A few days later, Tilly came over.
I looked at Conor.
“We’re not skipping what happened here.”
He looked up.
Tilly went still.
Conor nodded.
“Tilly, I shouldn’t have asked you to keep that from your mother.”
“I thought I was helping you, Dad.”
“You were. But I put you in the middle.”
She looked at me.
