Someone brought out a chocolate cake.

But I looked at Daniel differently.

He had told the truth in front of his children without asking me to do it for him, and without making them choose sides.

When I left, he walked me to the car and thanked me for coming.

I told him I was glad I’d come too.

The porch looked smaller from the outside than I remembered.

This time I drove away because I chose to, not because I had been told to leave.