“If traffic is bad?”
“You call.”
“And?”
“We decide together.”
He nodded.
“We decide together.”
Such a small sentence.
But that was the lesson Julian had spent his whole life surrounded by and somehow never learned.
Love did not mean deciding for someone.
Love meant trusting them enough to stand beside you while the decision was made.
He drove away with Ivy.
And for the first time, I realized I wasn’t anxious because he had her.
I trusted him with our daughter.
I just wasn’t ready to trust him with my heart.
Those were two different things.
And I finally understood I was allowed to make that distinction.
