“I know now.”
We talked for what felt like minutes and hours at the same time.
Then Chloe asked,
“Can I come down this weekend?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t even hesitate.
“Yes. Please.”
When David came back into the room, I was still sitting on the couch.
“Alice, I’m sorry,” he said. “I never meant for—”
“You stole more than a decade from us.”
He looked down.
“And you did it because you were more afraid of coming second than you were of losing both of us completely.”
He didn’t argue.
