Two days later, an envelope appeared on my porch.
Lucas’s name was written across it.
I hated opening something addressed to Lucas. But he was ten, and I was responsible for what entered his life.
One line stayed with me.
An envelope appeared on my porch.
“I was scared when I was eighteen, but being scared doesn’t explain ten years.”
He asked for no forgiveness and blamed no one.
Before I gave it to Lucas, I called Trudy again.
“Can you meet me?”
She sounded surprised.
“Can you meet me?”
“I thought you’d never want to see me again.”
“I didn’t say I forgave you.”
“I understand.”
“There’s something else I need.”
***
We met the next afternoon.
This time, I was there for Teagan.
“I didn’t say I forgave you.”
“Was she scared?” I asked.
Trudy’s expression softened.
“Yes.”
“Was she alone?”
“No. People were with her the whole time.”
The answer hit harder than I expected.
“Was she scared?”
“Did she ask for me?”
“Yes.”
My throat tightened.
“Did she think I’d left?”
“No. She knew you were waiting nearby.”
“What did she say?”
“Did she ask for me?”
Trudy thought for a moment.
“She worried she hadn’t bought enough diapers.”
