ordinary, he could avoid an uncomfortable conversation until Vanessa’s situation was resolved.
Instead, he had created a much bigger crisis.
“I thought I was protecting you from worrying,” he told me during one of our conversations.
I looked at him.
“You were protecting yourself from having to explain your choices.”
He was silent for a long time.
Then he nodded.
“I think you’re right.”
That admission mattered.
Not because it erased what he had done, but because it showed that he was beginning to understand the difference between good intentions
