“I deserved honesty.”
He began speaking again.
But I ended the call.
For the first time in three weeks, I wasn’t waiting for him to explain.
I had heard enough.
Then I called Chloe.
I told her the truth carefully.
I didn’t share unnecessary details.
I didn’t want to make her feel responsible for choosing sides.
But she deserved to know why our family had changed.
Ella lloró.
“Mamá, lo siento mucho”.
“Sweetheart, you haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I hate that he lied to you.”
“So do I.”
“Are you okay?”
I looked at the water.
“Not completely.”
She was quiet for a moment.
Then she said, “I’m here, Mom.”
Sonreí a través de mis lágrimas.
“Eso es todo lo que necesito”.
Later that afternoon, I found Peter standing on the upper deck.
His hands were tucked into his pockets.
He was looking toward the horizon.
