Then I moved closer.
“But Dad’s choice was to stay. Yours was to keep leaving.”
Her husband placed the checks on the table and walked into the house.
Her son followed without looking back at her.
Mom reached toward my hand.
“I did love you.”
I stepped away.
“Maybe you did. But Dad made his love visible.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Her gaze shifted nervously toward the house.
“Simone…”
“No more speeches about building your life alone. No more pretending I never existed. You tell the truth to everyone you lied to.”
“And then?”
