I watched the streetlights pass for a moment before I answered him.
“Because Grandma spent thirty years making sure I never felt like I didn’t belong somewhere.”
“I’m not going to walk into that man’s living room and detonate his marriage and his daughters’ world. Just so I can have a conversation.”
Wells was quiet, letting the weight of the decision settle.
“Grandma said it was probably cowardice,”
I added softly.
“But I think it was love. And I think I understand it now better than I did this morning.”
“And if he never knows?”
Wells urged.
“Rhys is already doing one of the most important things a father can do.”
I looked down at my hands.
