Chapter 22
Just tears slipping down her cheeks while she stood beside a table in a pale green room holding a wet napkin.
I wanted to pick her up.
I wanted to promise no one would ever make her afraid again.
I wanted to find Claire Bennett and ask her how many small accidents had taught a child to tremble.
Instead, I stayed still.
Maya had told me once: Don’t rush to stop every tear. Sometimes tears are the first honest thing a child has been allowed to have.
So I sat on the floor beside Lily and waited.
Owen came over and pressed Captain into her arms.
“Captain says juice is slippery,” he whispered.
Lily laughed through her tears.
That was how healing looked, I began to understand.
Not a grand moment.
Not a dramatic rescue.
Just a child crying over spilled juice and discovering the world did not end.
By the sixth week, Nathaniel Bennett had been found.
He arrived at the courthouse wearing a wrinkled shirt, old boots, and the haunted expression of a man who had driven through the night rehearsing apologies no one had asked to hear.
I saw him in the hallway before the hearing.
He had Evan’s eyes.
That alone made me dislike and pity him at once.
“You’re Steel,” he said.
“Yes.”
“I’m Nathan.”
“I know.”
His gaze shifted away. “I didn’t know about the kids. Not really. Evan and I hadn’t talked much.”
“Why?”
He rubbed a hand over his face. “Because I was an idiot. Because family can go quiet so long that pride starts sounding like peace.”
That answer was too honest to dismiss.
“Claire told them you didn’t want them.”
Pain crossed his face. “She told me Evan wanted distance. After the funeral, I called twice. She didn’t answer. I should’ve done more.”
May you like
Yes, I thought.
He should have.
