looked down.
“And when I stopped reacting, you decided that meant nothing mattered.”
Nobody defended themselves.
Bien.
I didn’t want defenses.
I wanted understanding.
Dad finally said,
“I was wrong.”
Simple words.
Hard words.
Words I had never expected from him.
Mom looked at me.
“I am sorry I told security you weren’t important.”
My throat tightened.
She shook her head quickly.
“Not because of your rank.”
I watched her carefully.
“I need you to know that. I’m ashamed that I said it at all.”
That mattered more.
I believed
