“She went through my things.”
Isabella picked up the drawing.
It showed Nate standing—smiling—next to a woman in a bright dress. Taped to the corner was a torn photograph Nate had hidden because he couldn’t bear to throw it away.
“I just wanted you to be happy,” Sofia sobbed. “My mom said you were sad. In my picture, you’re standing.”
Trapped in his own pain, Nate said the words he would regret most.
“Leave.”
Isabella carried Sofia out. The door shut with finality.
On the back of the drawing, crooked letters read: “For the sad uncle. I hope you smile.”
Nate broke down.
The Apology
Two days later, Caleb found Isabella’s address.
The apartment building was old. The staircase narrow. Caleb carried Nate up without hesitation.
Isabella opened the door cautiously. Sofia hid behind her.
“I came to apologize,” Nate said. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”
