Skip to content He swallowed.
“Because every time I came home, you already knew what they needed, and I didn’t.”
“You could have learned.”
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
His voice dropped.
“Because I felt useless. Every time you asked me to do something, it reminded me that I didn’t know how.”
“So you wanted me to stop asking.”
He nodded.
Miles curled his tiny fist into Derek’s shirt.
“Feeling scared doesn’t excuse what you said to me.”
“I know.”
For months, I had wanted to see Derek holding one of our sons like that.
Now he finally was.
But I also knew one moment wasn’t enough.
A few days later, Derek texted me a photograph of our spotless kitchen.
Cleaned everything. Come home?
I stared at the message for a moment before replying.
What time does Miles usually take his last bottle?
The typing dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
He never answered.
That evening, Derek came over.