“You could have told me that.”
“I tried.”
“No, you didn’t.”
He nodded.
“You’re right.”
He looked down at his hands.
“But you were furious. And frightened. And determined to act immediately.”
“So you decided I couldn’t make my own decision?”
His silence lasted only a moment.
“Yes.”
That answer hurt.
Even though I understood where it came from.
Dad looked at me again.
“I am not asking you to think what I did was right.”
Something in his voice softened my anger just enough to let me listen.
“I made a choice for you because I was afraid. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I should’ve trusted you to decide what you could handle.”
His eyes moved toward Noah’s bassinet.
“But I knew you would never stay with Daniel permanently because of anything I said.”
I frowned.
“How could you know that?”
Dad almost smiled.
