He had made another copy for himself.
He slid the original toward his father.
“You can keep this one,” he said. “ButI’m not calling you the best pilot ever until you get better at being my dad.”
Tyler covered his mouth.
I turned away, giving them a moment I knew neither of them would forget.
The drawing didn’t fix our marriage.
An apology didn’t erase the announcement, the lies, or the months of betrayal that had come before it. Vanessa eventually ended her relationship with Tyler after discovering how much he had concealed from her, too.
Tyler and I began the difficult process of separating our lives. We worked through parentingarrangements with help from our attorneys and focused on keeping Mason’s routine as stable as possible.
Some days were easier than others.
There were questions I couldn’t answer and memories that still hurt.
