“Why didn’t you trust me?” I asked. “Why didn’t you let me help?”
He didn’t answer.
And that silence said everything.
I went back inside and told the girls the truth.
No soft version. No protection.
Jenny didn’t care about the money. She cared about the years he missed.
Lyra wanted to understand.
Dora just looked confused.
“He just left… and came back with paperwork?” she asked.
That’s exactly what it felt like.
“We should talk to him,” Lyra said.
So we called.
When he came back, no one moved at first.
No hugs. No relief.
Just distance.
“You really stayed away this whole time?” Lyra asked.
He nodded.
“Did you think it wouldn’t matter?” Dora said.
“I thought you’d be better off.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“I know.”
Jenny spoke last. “You missed everything.”
He didn’t argue.
Because he couldn’t.
Then Dora asked the only question that mattered.
“Are you staying?”
“If you’ll let me.”
No one answered right away.
Then she said quietly, “We should make dinner.”
And somehow, that was enough.
Not forgiveness. Not closure.
