“You were going to take her,” he whispered.
I had no words.
“I heard you,” he said. “I heard you talking to Dad earlier. You said she was embarrassing.”
There was that word again. Embarrassing. And suddenly, hearing it through his voice—small, cracked, and heartbreakingly honest—it didn’t sit the way it had in my head.
He ran to Daisy and threw his arms around her. She licked his cheek. He didn’t even flinch.
“I love her,” he said. “And I thought you did too.”
That broke something in me.