He knew how it looked. He knew what he had done. There was no version where he was right.
Attached were documents.
Recent ones.
Everything cleared.
Everything rebuilt.
All of it in the girls’ names.
“I fixed it,” he said.
I looked at him. “You don’t get to hand me this and think it fixes anything.”
“I don’t.”
No defense. No excuses.
That somehow made it worse.
“Why didn’t you trust me?” I asked. “Why didn’t you let me help?”
He didn’t answer.
And that silence said everything.
I went back inside and told the girls the truth.
No soft version. No protection.
Jenny didn’t care about the money. She cared about the years he missed.
Lyra wanted to understand.
Dora just looked confused.
“He just left… and came back with paperwork?” she asked.
That’s exactly what it felt like.
“We should talk to him,” Lyra said.
So we called.
When he came back, no one moved at first.
No hugs. No relief.
Just distance.
“You really stayed away this whole time?” Lyra asked.
He nodded.
