“I thought about reaching out to him when I found out he was sick.
I didn’t know if it would make things worse.”
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“It might have,” I said honestly.
“I don’t know.”
“He never met Daniel,” she said.
“I want you to know that.
I’m not — I wasn’t trying to hide Daniel from him exactly, but after a while it felt like the window had closed.
And then I heard he had gotten married, and I thought —” She stopped.
“I don’t know what I thought.”
“Can I ask what Daniel knows?”
“He knows his father was sick and that he passed away.
He doesn’t know much more than that.
He’s five.
I’ve been trying to figure out what to tell him.”
I looked out the window at the grey November garden.
The roses Mark had planted along the fence were bare now, just brown canes and thorns.
