“You made a decision to hide me when it was convenient.”

He nodded.

“You’re right.”

We sat quietly as people moved around us with paper cups and winter coats.

I remembered the early years when we could talk until a restaurant closed and still walk home inventing more things to say.

I missed that easy version of us.

“I’m proud that you’re doing the work,” I told him.

“But my trust hasn’t returned.