I showed Connor.
He read it and smiled.
I turned toward him.
“Congratulations, sweetheart.”
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“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not going to punish you forever for who you were then. But hiding something because you’re afraid of my reaction isn’t protecting me.”
He nodded.
“I’m not going to punish you.”
“I want to believe the man sitting here now is the man who’ll tell me the truth when it’s ugly. The man who won’t make choices for our family just because he’s scared of how I’ll react.”
“That’s who I want to be.”
“Then be him.”
Our son kicked beneath my hand. Connor covered my hand with his.
Neither of us reached for the phone.
For the first time that day, the moment belonged only to us.
This time, I didn’t let anyone else into it.
