This time, she did.
“I thought keeping the peace made me a good partner,” he said. “I thought compromise meant giving in whenever something mattered more to you.”
He swallowed.
“But somewhere along the way, I stopped knowing where compromise ended and where I started disappearing.”
My throat tightened.
That was what I had noticed all day.
My son wasn’t weak.
He wasn’t incapable of speaking for himself.
He had simply spent so much time avoiding conflict that he had gradually stopped expressing what he wanted.
Then Grant looked at
