I’d been left out on purpose.
It wasn’t one big thing.
I found Peter in the kitchen when I returned inside.
I dropped the papers on the table.
“Why didn’t you tell me all along?” I asked.
He looked down at them, then back at me.
“I tried, but you weren’t ready to hear it,” he replied. “Telling you too soon meant risking you pushing me away, too. Every time I hinted at something, you defended him or blamed yourself. If I had said it plainly back then, you would’ve shut me out. And then you’d be alone in it.”
That stopped me.
“You weren’t ready to hear it.”
