Then, because I owed myself complete honesty:
“Maybe not ever.”
His eyes filled again.
“I understand.”
“No. I don’t think you do yet.”
He looked at me.
“You don’t repair this by explaining your intentions.”
I gestured between us.
“You repair what you can by behaving differently.”
“I won’t disappear again.”
I shook my head.
“Don’t promise.”
He went quiet.
“I’ve had enough promises.”
I looked at our daughter resting in his arms.
“Show me.”
Julian swallowed.
Then nodded.
