Then, suddenly, Grandpa became part of the picture too.
Different men.
Different motives.
The same mistake.
“William decided what my mother deserved to know and what choices she was allowed to have.”
William’s expression changed.
I continued.
“Grandpa decided which parts of my childhood I was strong enough to hear.”
Then I looked directly at Caleb.
“And you decided when I deserved the truth about my own relationship.”
Caleb’s face crumpled.
I shook my head.
“You told yourself you were protecting me. But taking away someone’s choice isn’t protection.”
His gaze dropped to Nora.
For the first time since he’d appeared, he really looked at her.
His lips parted.
“She has my eyes.”
I looked down at our daughter.
“Yes.”
Caleb swallowed hard.
“Can I… can I be part of her life?”
That was the hardest question he’d asked.
Because the part of me that had loved Caleb would once have thrown herself into his arms.
