“And then I handed you back,” John admitted. “Because I was getting married, and I told Jessie my fiancée hadn’t signed up for two newborns, and I wasn’t ready.”
“I knew what you smelled like.”
“You didn’t want us?” Angela asked.
“I had reasons. None of them were good enough. I told Jessie to keep raising you. I promised to help her when I could. Then I spent 20 years watching from the edges of your lives and telling myself that was the best I could do.”
The girls exchanged a look. Angela’s chin trembled.
“You held us. And you chose to give us back.”
“Yes,” John said. He didn’t look away. “Because I was a coward. And Jessie spent 20 years being the exact opposite of that… for both of you. She gave you everything I wasn’t brave enough to stay and give.”
“I spent 20 years watching from the edges of your lives.”
He glanced at me, then returned his gaze to them. “What you did tonight wasn’t fair. And you know it.”
The silence that followed wasn’t easy. It was the kind that changes things.
Nika slowly lowered herself onto the porch step, as if her legs had given out. Angela covered her face with both hands for a moment, then let them fall.
“You watched us from a distance,” Angela said, turning to John.
“Every graduation announcement I could find,” he replied quietly.
He drew out his phone then, almost carefully, and showed them a picture — a woman with a gentle smile, and a teenage girl who resembled both of them just a little.
“Her name’s Claire… my wife. And she’s my daughter, Milly. Claire’s known about you since before we got married. She always wanted me to reach out.” He let out a brief, heavy breath. “I kept saying it wasn’t the right time.”
Angela studied the photo for a long moment, then lifted her eyes to me. And for the first time that evening, there was no anger in them.
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