Then back at me.
“I thought you were making it harder than it had to be.”
I nodded once.
“I know.”
His jaw worked as if the words hurt.
“I was wrong.”
I had waited six years to hear that.
And when he finally said it, it did not fix everything.
It did not give me back the promotion board I lost.
It did not erase the rooms where my name had been followed by doubt.
It did not return the version of me who once believed family would choose truth over convenience.
But it did something.
It opened a door I no longer needed to walk through.
Madison crossed her arms.
“So what happens to Jason now?”
The question was sharp, but underneath it was fear.
I could see it.
For the first time, she was not defending him.
She was measuring how much of her life had been built on his version of events.