Why?
I nodded.
“You have one chance.”
“I won’t waste it.”
The mechanic spoke gently from nearby.
“Your truck will be towed in about ten minutes.”
Richard acknowledged him without breaking eye contact with me.
“Would it be alright…” He hesitated. “…if we talked somewhere else?”
Stormy watched me differently now.
She was no longer behaving like my child.
She looked at me the way adults observe one another when they understand a decision carries weight.
“You don’t have to,” she said quietly.
I looked at Richard.
Then at Jordan beside her.
The two young people had found each other accidentally on a subway platform.
They deserved to understand the truth as much as Richard and I did.
“Come back to the house.”
Richard blinked.
“You sure?”
“No.”
A faint smile crossed my face.
“But I think we’ve all waited long enough.”
Jordan rode in the front seat on the return trip.
Stormy sat beside me in the back.
From time to time, I noticed her studying my reflection in the window.
She was no longer merely curious.
She was trying to picture the woman I had been before becoming her mother.
Once inside, I made coffee because I needed a task for my hands.
Richard remained in the kitchen, examining the family photographs on the walls as though each one represented another year he had missed.
Jordan finally ended the silence.
“Dad…” His eyes moved between us. “What happened?”
Richard placed his hands on the back of a dining chair.
“When I was 23, I thought I had my whole life planned.”
“Graduate. Marry Doron. Find a job somewhere around Boston.”
His gaze moved to me.
“We’d already started arguing about neighborhoods.”
I could not stop myself from smiling.
“You wanted Cambridge.”
“You wanted the North Shore.”
Jordan looked between us.
“You were already arguing about where to live?”
“We considered it excellent communication,” Richard said.
“It was stubbornness,” I corrected.
For the first time since we had returned, the tension loosened.
But only briefly.
“Then my father got sick.”
I frowned.
“I thought he was healthy.”
“He was.”
Richard stared downward.
His voice softened.
“He collapsed at work.”
I searched my memory but found nothing.
“I never knew.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“It happened the week before graduation.”
Jordan leaned closer.
“You never told me that.”
Richard shook his head.
“He was diagnosed with an aggressive neurological disease. The doctors gave him months.”
He continued after a moment.
“My parents had already lost everything keeping my younger sister alive when she had leukemia.”
He looked toward Jordan.
“By then she’d recovered, but the medical debt never did.”
A tired smile crossed his face.
I remained silent.
“My father begged me not to tell Doron.”
My head rose sharply.
“What?”
“He said if I married you…” His voice caught. “…I’d spend the rest of my life dragging you into debt that wasn’t yours.”
“He actually said that?”
