Javier did not deny it.
And in that honesty, there was something almost more painful than if he had tried to lie.
“I came back because I couldn’t carry it anymore,” he said.
“And because you deserved to know.”
I stood there, watching my children face the man who had shaped their lives without being part of them, and I realized something I had not expected.
The truth was not enough.
It never had been.
Now the choice was ours.
