Chapter 9 - DANIEL’S LAST REQUEST
My divorce became final eleven months after the fall.
Daniel signed everything.
No dramatic fight over furniture.
No attempt at reconciliation.
He had too many criminal and financial problems already.
But before finalization, he asked for one meeting.
Julia advised against it.
Dr. Shah asked what I wanted.
I did not know.
Eventually, I agreed.
Public place.
Attorneys nearby.
Daniel looked older.
He began:
“I loved them.”
The twins.
I stared at him.
“I know.”
He seemed surprised.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Then why do you look at me like—”
“Because loving someone does not erase what you did.”
He stopped.
I continued.
“You loved them.”
“Yes.”
“You loved me, probably.”
His eyes filled.
“Yes.”
“And you still stole from me.”
“Yes.”
“Lied.”
“Yes.”
“Planned for divorce behind my back.”
“Yes.”
“Asked me to protect your mother after she pushed me.”
He broke.
“I panicked.”
“That explains you.”
I leaned forward.
“It does not excuse you.”
He nodded.
Then he asked:
“Will you ever forgive me?”
I thought about it.
“I don’t know.”
His face fell.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes.”
He looked hopeful.
“Stop making forgiveness your next project.”
That surprised him.
I continued.
“Accept that I may never give you the version of closure you want.”
He lowered his eyes.
“Okay.”
Then I asked one question.
“Why did you tell your mother I would be too tired to leave after the babies came?”
His face collapsed.
“I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“That if you found the accounts, you’d leave.”
“So pregnancy felt useful.”
“No.”
He answered too quickly.
Then:
“Maybe.”
At least he told the truth.
Finally.
I stood.
“That’s all I needed.”
He looked at me.
“Emily.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
I believed him.
I still left.
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Believing an apology does not require returning to the person who made it necessary.
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