David’s eyes filled with tears. “I know. I was a coward.
I was selfish. And I’ve regretted it every single day since.”
“Because I didn’t think I deserved to.”
Avery stepped forward. “Mom, please.
I’m not asking you to forgive him. I’m just asking you to let me be here. For him.
Please.”
I looked at my daughter. At the desperation in her eyes. I turned and walked out of the room.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I took the elevator down, got in my car, and drove home.
Ryan and Avery came home an hour later. They found me sitting at the kitchen table, staring at nothing. Avery sat down across from me.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I know I should’ve told you.”
“Because I was scared you’d be hurt. And I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“So you lied instead.”
“I didn’t lie.
I just… didn’t tell you.”
Ryan sat down beside me. “Sheila, I’m sorry.
I should’ve told you from the beginning. But Avery was so desperate to see him when I told her everything. And I didn’t know how to say no.”
I looked at him.
“You’re her stepfather. Not her accomplice.”
“You’re right. I crossed a line.
Not just with Avery… with you. As your husband, I should’ve told you the truth. I should’ve trusted that you’d handle it.
Instead, I went behind your back. And that was wrong.”
“It wasn’t just wrong, Ryan. That man broke my heart.”
“I’m sorry, Sheila.
I betrayed your trust. And I know that.”
I looked at both of them. “You should’ve trusted me.
Both of you.”
“I know, Mom,” Avery whispered. “I’m sorry.”
That night, I couldn’t sleep again. I kept thinking about David.
About how thin he looked. How tired. About how little time he had left.
I thought about Avery. About how much she needed this. How much it would mean to her to have these last moments with her father.
And I realized something. It wasn’t about me. It was about her.
So, the following afternoon, I walked into the kitchen. Ryan and Avery were sitting at the table. “I’m coming with you today.”
They both looked up, surprised.
“To the hospital?” Avery asked. “Yes.”
“No. But I’m coming, anyway.”
I went to the counter and pulled out a pie dish.
David’s favorite blueberry pie. I’d made it that morning. It wasn’t forgiveness.
Not yet. But it was a start. When we walked into room 312, David looked up.
His eyes widened when he saw me. “Sheila?”
I set the pie on the table beside his bed. “This doesn’t erase anything.”
He swallowed.
“I know.”
“I deserve that.”
“You’re right… for once.”
I sat down in the chair across from him. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for Avery.
So she doesn’t have to sneak around anymore.”
“I understand.”
Avery and Ryan sat beside me and took my hand. We sat there in silence for a while. Just the four of us.
It wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t easy. But it was honest.
Over the following few weeks, we visited David together. I didn’t forgive him. I’m not sure I ever will.
But I let Avery have her time with him. And slowly, I started to see why she needed it. Nothing felt simple anymore.
But Avery laughed again. She slept better. She stopped sneaking around.
Last night, as I tucked her into bed, she hugged me tightly. “I’m glad you didn’t say no, Mom,” she whispered. I kissed her forehead.
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