That night, I realized it wasn’t about my pain. It was about hers.
The next day, I went with them to the hospital. I brought a pie—David’s favorite. Not forgiveness, just honesty. I told him clearly: I was there for Avery, not him.
Over the following weeks, we went together. It wasn’t easy. Nothing felt resolved. But Avery stopped sneaking around. She laughed again. She slept better.
