“I have savings.”
“How much?”
“That’s not the question.”
“It is to me.”
“No.
The question is why you believed I was entitled to keep financing your life after you made it clear I wasn’t welcome in it.”
His mouth opened, then closed.
The café noise filled the space between us.
Finally, he said, “I didn’t know.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“You knew enough to look away.”
He sat with that.
When we left, Logan offered to drive me home.
“I’ll take a cab,” I said.
“Dad, let me do one thing for you.”
“You can do something for me.”
“What?”
“Go home and decide what kind of man you want to be when this is over.”
He looked at me, startled.
“I’m not asking you to choose between Chelsea and me,” I continued.
“I’m asking you to stop choosing silence.”
