“The last time I knocked, I left the airplane outside his door. I couldn’t bear carrying it back again.”
For a while, neither of us spoke.
“He didn’t want me,” Jeremy whispered.
“And now I can’t even walk across a room to pick up my own daughters.”
“You don’t have to walk to love them.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Then listen to me.”
He looked up.
“Your father hurt you by shutting you out. You’re hurting us by doing the same thing.”
His face crumpled.
“I know.”
I wrapped my arms around him.
He pulled me against his chest.
Buried his face in my neck.
For the first time in nine months, I felt his arms around me.
I held him tighter.
Not because everything was forgiven.
