“I know. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“And leaving him on my porch before I answered the door wasn’t okay either.”
Josh immediately looked ashamed.
“That was my fault, Mom. We were late, and I thought you’d be right there. I shouldn’t have done it.”
“No,” I said. “You shouldn’t have.”
For a moment, I was surprised by how ordinary the conversation had become.
There was no dramatic confession left to make.
Just three adults sitting with the consequences of months of silence.
Megan finally looked at me.
“I thought if you knew what happened, you’d never look at me the same way.”
I considered my answer carefully.
“I don’t look at you quite the same way tonight,” I admitted.
Her expression fell.
“Because now I know how much you’ve been hurting,” I continued. “But I’m also hurt that you shut me out instead of trusting me.”
