My voice began shaking.
“You weren’t the one wondering every night whether the person you loved had ever loved you back.”
His eyes filled.
“I never stopped loving you.”
“Nora was born thirteen days ago.”
“I know.”
“So why are you still here?”
“The transfer cleared three days ago.”
He swallowed.
“I was getting ready to leave. Then Dad told me Nora had been in intensive care. I didn’t know which hospital you were at. I didn’t even know whether she was okay.”
I felt sick.
“You could have called.”
“I should have.”
“You could have emailed me.”
“I know.”
“You could have shown up.”
“I know.”
Every answer came quieter than the last.
Then the deepest wound finally surfaced.
“You decided for me.”
Caleb said nothing.
“You decided that months of silence were acceptable because your plan would supposedly protect us later.”
Still nothing.
I looked from Caleb to William.
