“You can forgive a man.”
***
Kevin’s caregiver, Elise, watched him in a different way.
One afternoon, while Kevin was in his office, she found me in the kitchen.
“He’s been meeting with Mr. Davis a lot,” she said.
“His lawyer?”
She nodded.
“Estate planning?”
“Some of it, I think.”
“He’s been meeting with Mr. Davis a lot.”
I looked toward the closed office door. “What’s the rest?”
Elise lowered her voice. “He talks about you like someone he owes, not someone he’s dating.”
That night, I asked him.
“Are you hiding something from me?”
Kevin looked tired. “I’m preparing documents.”
“What kind?”
“Are you hiding something from me?”
“Legal ones.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He rubbed his trembling hand against his knee. “I’m trying to protect our future.”
“Kevin.”
He looked at me then. “I love you, Maggie, and I’m not the boy I was.”
I wanted that to be enough.
