tell her I searched for her?”
“No.”
“Did you tell her Mom never stopped searching?”
“No.”
“Did you tell her I would have opened that door for her?”
His eyes filled with tears.
“No.”
I stood.
“You didn’t protect us, Dad. You spoke for us.”
He started crying.
At ninety years old, he suddenly looked smaller than I had ever seen him.
Most of my life, seeing him that way would have made me stop.
Not that day.
“I love you.”
He looked up.
“But loving you doesn’t make what
