I told him about Lauren.
Not all of it.
Enough.
He turned his head away from me.
For a moment, I thought he was angry.
Then he whispered, “I should have told you she asked for money.”
“Yes,” I said.
It was not forgiveness.
It was not cruelty.
It was just the truth.
He nodded once.
“I thought I was keeping it from becoming your burden.”
I looked at him in that hospital bed, pale and wired and almost taken from us by somebody we had loved, and I wanted to say something beautiful.
Instead I said, “Never do that again.”
He reached for my hand.
This time, I let him take it.
Chloe woke up at 7:03 p.m.
She cried when she saw the IV.
Then she cried harder when she remembered Daniel falling.
“I called you,” she whispered.
“You saved your dad,” I told her.
Her lower lip trembled.
