I’m sorry I treated your help as something I was entitled to, and I’m sorry I used being busy and embarrassed as reasons to avoid seeing what I was doing.”
Albert remained quiet.
Chelsea continued.
“I don’t expect you to forgive me today.
I only wanted you to hear me say it without asking for anything.”
His expression changed slightly.
“That matters,” he said.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
“I was afraid you thought I was only sorry because the money was gone.”
“I did wonder.”
“I understand.”
“But I don’t think that now.”
She lowered her head, relieved and ashamed at once.
Albert turned to Logan.
His son stood slowly.
“I’m sorry too,” Logan said.
Albert nodded.
“I know.”
“No, Dad.
I need to say it properly.”
Logan’s voice caught, but he continued.
“I saw what was happening.
I knew Chelsea was disrespectful to you, and I kept telling myself it wasn’t serious because I didn’t want to deal with it.
