The warmth drained from her face, replaced by something sharp.
“Sophie put you up to this, didn’t she? God, that’s what that list under her pillow was about.”
“Rebecca, listen to me—”
“No.” Her voice cracked.
“Sophie put you up to this, didn’t she?”
“I don’t need your charity, Daniel. I don’t need you looking at my life like it’s broken.”
I set the coffee down slowly.
“This isn’t charity. And it isn’t pity.”
“Then what is it?” she snapped. “What am I to you, another wish to grant?”
The words stung because I still didn’t know the answer.
“What am I to you, another wish to grant?”
“Sophie told me nobody ever asks what you want anymore. Everyone asks about her. She feels like you gave up everything for her when she got sick.”
Rebecca turned away, her hand pressed to her mouth.
“I’m not here to fix you,” I said. “I’m here to remind you who you were before every single day became about being Sophie’s mother.”
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
“I’m here to remind you who you were.”
“That’s not fair,” she finally murmured. “You can’t just walk back into my life and make me feel things I buried a long time ago.”
Those words made my heart beat faster.
“I’m not asking you to feel anything. I’m asking you to remember.”
Her eyes snapped to mine.
Those words made my heart beat faster.
Her eyes were filled with guilt and longing.
“Remember…” she whispered.
Then she shook her head.
She wiped her eyes and looked at the coffee, then at me.
“One song,” she said. “That’s it.”
Her eyes were filled with guilt and longing.
I wanted to ask her then why she’d left me all those years ago.
But the guilt in her face stopped me.
Whatever the answer was, Rebecca already believed it could destroy whatever was starting between us.
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