He wiped his eyes.
“I never wanted you to feel that way. Emily is my daughter in every way that matters. I would never betray you like that.”
I looked away because I was afraid that if I kept looking at him, I would either forgive him too quickly or say something I could never take back.
“You should have told me the truth.”
“Yes,” he said. “I should have.”
There was no excuse in his voice now.
Just regret.
“I thought I was protecting you,” he continued. “But I was so focused on what I was afraid you would do that I never stopped to consider what my silence was doing to you.”
I started crying.
Not because everything was suddenly all right, but because I had been carrying so much fear and anger that I no longer knew where one ended and the other began.
Michael did not try to hug me.