I said nothing.
“But there’s something I need you to know.”
“What?”
“I loved Chloe.”
My throat tightened.
“You loved yourself more.”
He looked down.
“Yes.”
There it was.
The first completely honest thing he had said to me in years.
“I kept telling myself there would be time,” he said.
“Time to leave Miami.
Time to call.
Time to fix things with you.
Time to be a better father after the deal.”
Tears moved down his face.
“And then there wasn’t.”
“No.”
“I heard your voicemails.”
My hand tightened around the phone.
