years escaping.
“I hope Leo grows up okay,” I said.
Joe frowned.
“That’s it? You’re not going to tell me I got what I deserved?”
“You did get what you deserved, Joe. I just don’t need to celebrate it.”
“You used to be kinder.”
“No,” I said quietly. “I used to stay silent when I should have spoken.”
He looked down.
“I miss Tommy.”
“Then do the work to become a father he can trust.”
“Will you ever forgive me, Bella?”
I remembered the ballroom, Tracy’s red dress, Eleanor welcoming
