She has every right to take all the time she needs.

It took me the better part of forty years to learn the hard thing about myself.

For a long time I blamed my mother for hiding the pregnancy and Bianca for forging the papers, and they had earned every ounce of that blame.

But underneath it was a truth about me that I could not dodge forever: the two of them were only ever able to steer my life because I had spent years handing them the wheel.

When Samantha needed me to stand beside her, I chose silence.

When a forged sheet of paper appeared, I believed the paper instead of fighting for my wife.