“I would never want that.”
“Then we have to learn how to handle these things differently.”
He nodded slowly.
For the first time that day, I felt as though we were finally having the conversation we should have had before everything fell apart.
I stood and picked up my bag.
“Come on.”
Daniel looked confused.
“Where are we going?”
“Home.”
He rose immediately.
“Are you sure?”
I looked at him.
“We have a lot to discuss. I’m not saying everything is suddenly perfect. But I’m willing to work through this with you.”
He took my hand.
“Thank you.”
I shook my head gently.
“Don’t thank me yet. You still owe me a very serious conversation about communication, honesty, and the fact that you nearly gave me a heart attack before breakfast.”
For the first time that day, Daniel laughed.
It was a small, tired laugh, but it was real.
“I deserve that.”
