“I’m sorry he hurt you again.”
I held him fiercely.
“I’m sorry he hurt you.”
The court recognized the new statement. Daniel’s visitation was suspended by request of the children’s therapist and by his own agreement. He did not fight it.
That surprised everyone.
Maybe even him.
He wrote one letter after the revelation.
Not to the children.
To me.
I did not open it for nine days.
When I finally did, it contained only seven lines.
Kesha,
There is no version of the truth that saves me.
I saw them.
I left.
Everything you said about me was less than I deserved.
I will not ask the children for contact until they ask for me.
I have established the trust, completed the legal admissions, and will continue therapy without using it as proof I deserve access.
I am sorry for the years I stole.
Daniel
