Chapter 13 - MY MOTHER AND FATHER FACED EACH OTHERTheir reunion happened privately.
No cameras.
I was there.
Mom looked at Dad for a long time.
Then slapped him.
Apparently this family needed work.
She immediately stepped back.
“I’m sorry.”
Good.
Dad nodded.
Then Mom said:
“You let me bury you.”
Dad answered:
“I thought staying dead kept Evelyn alive.”
“You didn’t trust me.”
“No.”
That hurt.
Then:
“I stopped trusting everyone.”
Also true.
Mom cried.
“I would have helped.”
“Maybe.”
That word broke her.
Because fear had damaged both of them.
No villain in that part.
Just two adults making decisions under threat and secrecy until the decisions became their own prison.
They did not reunite romantically.
Too much time.
Different lives.
But they began speaking.
May you like
Slowly.
That was enough.
