“I can forgive what happened without pretending it didn’t happen.”
Arthur nodded.
I slid the photograph back into the envelope.
Then pushed it toward him.
“Keep it.”
His hand stopped.
“I don’t need it as proof you were wrong.”
He closed his fingers around the envelope.
“I understand.”
He stood.
At the door, he stopped.
“Kate.”
I waited.
“I should have said this years ago.”
I did not help him finish.
He looked toward the hallway.
“I was wrong.”
I straightened my cuff.