“I looked for you.”
“We sat in the back.”
“Why didn’t you come to me?”
Ryan’s voice dropped.
“We didn’t know if you’d want us there.”
I stared at the photograph.
“You watched me?”
“Every second,” David said.
Something inside me cracked.
It was not forgiveness.
Not yet.
It was grief for all the years we had thrown away.
I looked at them.
“You were wrong.”
David nodded.
“I know.”
“No. Say it.”
He swallowed.
“We were wrong.”
“About what?”
Ryan answered first.
“The money.”
David continued.
“About school. About you.”
I waited.
He took a breath.
“We acted like your savings belonged to us.”
“Yes.”
“They didn’t.”
“No.”
“And you never owed us a bigger inheritance at the cost of actually living your life.”
That sentence hit me harder than anything else they had said.
Ryan stepped closer.
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