“The truth.”
“He never told the whole truth.”
“You sent cards.”
“I tried to reach you.”
“You wrote to Dad. You talked about me like I belonged to someone else.”
I removed the custody papers.
“You declined visits.”
“You don’t understand what my life was like.”
Then I took out the tuition checks.
“I understand this.”
Her expression changed.
Her husband moved closer.
“Tuition payments,” I said. “Dad paid them after she left.”
