“No.”
“You were protecting yourself.”
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“Yes.”
I was respecting what she wanted.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he said, “I’m not asking you to forgive me.”
“Good.”
“Claire…”
“D-don’t.”
The stutter hit hard.
You were protecting yourself.
He started to speak again.
I held up my hand.
For once, nobody had to tell me to slow down.
I breathed until the word came. “You had every right to search for treatment.”
He stayed silent.
The stutter hit hard.
“You had no right to leave us – or make Hailey lose her father because you were afraid of failing her.”
He nodded, eyes wet. “You’re right.”
I had waited years to hear him admit that.
