“I was seventeen.”
“Exactly.”
“You told me I would pass the test if I stopped pretending.”
“You didn’t pass.”
“Second time.”
“You hit the mailbox.”
“It was already there.”
The laugh came easier than I expected.
Then Trevor’s expression changed.
“I remember Dad telling you that you were no longer his daughter.”
The hallway suddenly felt smaller.
“I don’t want to make the same decision he made.”
“You don’t have to make any decision.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I wanted you to know I remember.”
He left.
No request that I forgive Arthur.