His first one accused me of keeping Adam’s child from him.
I wrote back that he had never called during my pregnancy and had never asked whether I needed help.
He claimed grief had left him unable to speak.
I accused him of using grief as an excuse.
He had spent those same years believing I had shut him out.
The letters became bitter. Then they stopped.
I had spent years believing Robert wanted nothing to do with Lily.
Apparently, he had spent those same years believing I had shut him out.
I crossed the lobby and pushed through the glass doors.
Robert stood when he saw me.
“Why are you here?”
“Claire.”
“Why are you here?”
“Tony called me.”
I turned toward the parking lot.
I walked outside so quickly that the automatic doors almost closed on my shoulder.
Tony met me beside the car.
“You invited Robert here?”
“Claire, let me explain.”
“You invited Robert here?”
“Yes.”
“You contacted him without telling me?”
“Yes.”
“You let him pay for Lily’s trip?”
“I found the letters while looking for Lily’s birth certificate.”
“Only the breakfast and the beach equipment.”
“That is not the point.”
Tony lowered his voice.
“I found the letters while looking for Lily’s birth certificate for the travel paperwork.”
“You read them?”
“I read the last one.”
“So you called him without asking me.”
