He did not answer.
There was a pause.
Then he said softly, “You won’t walk alone.”
I took a breath that shook.
“Do you know what it felt like to sit on that porch in a dress I bought just to visit you? To hear all of you inside laughing while I sat outside with my suitcase like I was too embarrassing to bring in early?”
He did not answer.
He was quiet so long I thought the call had dropped.
“Do you know what it felt like to realize you were certain I would just accept it? That I would smile and excuse it because you meant well?”
Still nothing.
Then: “Yes.”
I laughed once, sharp and bitter. “No, you didn’t know. Because if you knew, you would have opened the door.”
He was quiet so long I thought the call had dropped again.
Then he said, “You’re right.”
Instead, he added, “The surprise was real. But that’s not all of it.”
I sat up straighter.
“What does that mean?”
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He took a shaky breath. “I keep trying to make everything look smooth. Perfect house. Perfect timing. Perfect family. Like if I keep it all organized, nobody notices what I’ve let slide.”
Then I said the thing that had been sitting in me for years.
I said nothing.
“And what I’ve let slide,” he said, voice rough now, “is you.”
