“Why now?” I asked quietly.
He answered just as quietly. “Because I can’t watch my son become the kind of man I was.”
That hit me harder than I expected.
Before I could answer, there was a soft knock at the door.
People like to confess when silence becomes too heavy.
The counselor stepped in, and Emma was just behind her.
My daughter’s eyes went straight to me.
“Mom?”
I crossed the room in two steps and pulled her into my arms. She felt small and warm and solid. Real. I held on longer than I meant to.
“You okay?” I asked into her hair.
