He rubbed his hands together against the cold.
“My parents’ marriage is over. I can’t fix it. I can’t make Dad become the man I thought he was, and I can’t make Mom go back to being the woman she was before all this happened.”
He swallowed.
“And I can’t tell her who she’s allowed to love.”
My heart began beating faster.
“Daniel—”
“I’m not finished.”
I closed my mouth.
He looked at me directly.
“I’m still angry. I don’t know if that will disappear tomorrow or next year. And the idea of my best friend dating my mother is still the strangest thing I’ve ever had to process.”
“That’s fair.”
“But I’ve spent three months thinking about what you did.”
I lowered my eyes.
“I should have told you sooner.”
“Yes, you should have.”
“I was afraid of losing you.”
He gave a sad laugh.
“Well, congratulations. You nearly managed it.”
