And you still didn’t call?”
Adam started crying.
“I was afraid you’d hate me.”
Andy’s voice changed.
“We didn’t even know you.”
That was worse.
Amara finally spoke.
“You were worried we might hate you, so you made sure we didn’t know you existed?”
Adam had no answer.
Then Ashton asked the question I think all three needed answered.
“Was it because there were three of us?”
Adam looked horrified.
“No.”
“Be honest.”
“I am. No. It wasn’t you. Not one of you.”
“Then what was it?”
Adam took a long breath.
“It was me.”
For the first time since he had returned, he said something I respected.
“I was selfish. I was scared, and instead of asking for help, I decided my fear mattered more than your mother and more than you. Then I kept choosing myself every day afterward.”
Amara stared at him.
“So what do you want
