done more.”
Yes, I thought.
He should have.
But the hallway outside a family courtroom was not a place where anyone arrived clean.
Maya introduced Nathan to the children slowly.
Lily stared at him as though looking at a photograph that had stepped out of a frame.
Owen hid behind Maya’s leg.
Nathan crouched, tears already in his eyes.
“Hi,” he said. “I’m your Uncle Nathan.”
Owen frowned. “Claire said you don’t like us.”
Nathan flinched.
“No,” he said, voice breaking. “No, buddy. I don’t even know you yet. But I loved your dad.”
Lily asked, “Why didn’t you come?”
The hallway went silent around them.
Nathan swallowed.
“Because I was angry at your dad for something that doesn’t matter anymore,” he said. “And then I was ashamed. And then I waited too long.”
Lily listened.
She had a way of listening that made adults tell the truth or expose
