But decisions involving Nora belonged to both of us.
Later, I finally read the letters my mother had written to Grandpa.
“I thought keeping that family away was protecting you,” he admitted, wiping his eyes. “I never gave Caleb a chance to prove he wasn’t his father.”
That evening, Caleb brought Nora home exactly at six.
I watched him carry her to my door.
He had not won me back.
Maybe someday he would.
Maybe he wouldn’t.
But for the first time, that decision belonged to me.
As I rocked Nora to sleep that night, I realized there were no more secrets for someone else to decide I wasn’t ready to hear.
I was the first woman in my family to hear the whole story—
and decide for myself who got to stay.
