The next day, I went with them to the hospital. I brought a pie—David’s favorite. Not forgiveness, just honesty. I told him clearly: I was there for Avery, not him.
Over the following weeks, we went together. It wasn’t easy. Nothing felt resolved. But Avery stopped sneaking around. She laughed again. She slept better.
One night, she hugged me and whispered, “I’m glad you didn’t say no.”
Love doesn’t erase the past.
Sometimes, it simply helps us face what comes next.
