“I don’t.”
No defense. No excuses.
That somehow made it worse.
“Why didn’t you trust me?” I asked. “Why didn’t you let me help?”
He didn’t answer.
And that silence said everything.
I went back inside and told the girls the truth.
No soft version. No protection.
Jenny didn’t care about the money. She cared about the years he missed.
Lyra wanted to understand.
Dora just looked confused.
“He just left… and came back with paperwork?” she asked.
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