Eventually.
As if the truth were a package he could leave on the porch until he found the time to deal with it.
The next morning, he finally sent a different message.
Tyler: Please let me come see Mason. He deserves an explanation.
I stared at the screen for a long time.
Mason was sitting at the hotel desk, drawing another airplane. This time, there were no people beneath it.
I walked over and sat beside him.
“Do you want to see Dad today?” I asked.
He continued coloring the wings.
“Will he be with Vanessa?”
“I don’t know.”
“Will he tell her that she’s more important than us?”
My heart ached.
“I don’t know that either, sweetheart.”
Mason set down his pencil.
“Then I don’t want to see him yet.”
