I read about the moment he heard his daughters’ heartbeats and how he had wondered whether he should call me.
“You could have told me you were alive,” I said softly. “Every time you wrote one of these letters, you had another chance.”
“I know,” he replied. “I was afraid of what you’d say.”
I returned the letters to him.
“If you want me to know you, come here and talk to me. Don’t bring me another three years of things you nearly did.”
He nodded and took them home.
For the first time, I felt that we were beginning to understand each other.
When Lucas eventually showed me a breakdown of his family’s expenses, I helped him and Hannah buy groceries, diapers, formula, and clothing for the twins. He also picked up extra shifts to cover their remaining bills.
He was learning to take responsibility for his family, and I was learning to support him without trying to control every decision he made.Browse Clothing
