I turned toward Andrew. He was still standing exactly where he’d been when he first came in. Almost as though he wasn’t sure he belonged there.
I crossed the room slowly.
This time, I didn’t rush.
I stopped in front of him.
“May I hug you?”
He smiled through his tears.
“You never had to ask.”
I wrapped my arms around my son.
He hugged me back just as tightly.
“I am so sorry,” I whispered.
“I should have protected you.”
He rested his forehead against mine.
“I know.”
“No.”
Fresh tears filled my eyes.
“I need you to hear this.”
I took a deep breath.
“I failed you.”
He gently shook his head.
“You were lied to.”
“I still should have seen it.”
He was quiet for a moment.
Then he smiled.
“We both believed someone who didn’t deserve our trust.”
I nodded.
“That won’t happen again.”
