PART 18 – I Had Waited Two Years for an Explanation, and I Finally Understood That an Apology Could Never Replace the Missing Time

Russell remained at the table.

The paper was open between us.

I looked at him.

He looked back at me.

There were so many things I wanted to ask.

But I didn't know which question should come first.

So I chose the one that mattered most.

"Did you ever think about what this was doing to Maisie?"

He nodded.

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you come back?"

He looked down.

I waited.

He rubbed his hands together.

"I made choices I can't take back."

I felt my throat tighten.

"Neither can I."

He looked at me.

I continued.

"I can't give her back the nights she waited for you."

He said nothing.

"I can't give her back the mornings she looked at the door."

His eyes filled.

"And I can't make her forget asking me whether her father still loved her."

He covered his face briefly.

I looked away.

I didn't want to watch him suffer.

But I also didn't want to comfort him.

Not this time.

I had already carried enough of the sadness for both of us.

He finally lowered his hands.

"I'm sorry."

I nodded.

"I heard you."

He looked surprised.

Perhaps he had expected me to say more.

But I couldn't.

An apology was only a beginning.

It didn't repair the damage.

It didn't restore trust.

And it certainly didn't explain every decision he had made.

I looked toward the hallway.

Maisie was sleeping peacefully.

I was grateful she hadn't heard this conversation.

She deserved to have a childhood that wasn't filled with her parents' unfinished arguments.

Russell followed my gaze.

"She's beautiful."

"Yes."

"She's grown so much."

I nodded.

"You missed a lot."

He looked down again.

I didn't say anything else.

The truth was already there.

He had missed ordinary mornings.

School conversations.

Little drawings.

Questions about books.

The pink ribbon around Bunny's neck.

He had missed things that would never happen again.

And no matter how much he regretted it, those moments belonged to the past.

I folded the paper carefully.

Then I placed it between us.

"Whatever happens next, Maisie comes first."

Russell nodded.

"I agree."

I hoped he understood that agreement was not enough.

He would have to live it.

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