Isabella wiped her tears.
“Because every year I expected it made it harder.”
Then he admitted something that no one knew.
He had been secretly following Daniel’s life for years.
I had seen pictures of him online.
She knew which school she attended.
She knew about her football games.
I even knew about Mary.
“But I was ashamed,” Isabella said. “And when I finally found the courage to come back, I became convinced that money could repair what had been broken.”
Daniel looked at her in silence.
For the first time, his anger disappeared.
There was only sadness.
