“You let him choose what I got to know, Caleb. That’s exactly what he did to her.”
His eyes filled with tears as he looked at Nora.
“She has my eyes.”
“She does.”
His voice shook.
“Can I know her?”
Three months earlier, I would have answered as the woman who loved him.
Now I had to answer as Nora’s mother.
“Yes. You can be her father. But I’m not taking you back.”
He nodded slowly.
“I won’t disappear again. I promise.”
“Don’t promise me. Show me.”
—
Three months later, I stood in my driveway watching Caleb struggle with Nora’s car seat.
“You can ask,” I said.
“Give me one more.”
