He nodded.
“When I saw your name in the news,” he admitted, “I realized I never really knew you.”
There was no dramatic apology.
But there was honesty.
With my mother, the conversation came later.
“I thought staying quiet would keep the peace,” she said.
“Peace and silence aren’t the same thing,” I replied.
She cried. I didn’t.
My sister took the longest to reach out.
