“You could have called,” I told him.
He looked at Sophie.
“I said I’d be here.”
Later, he told me he’d started counseling.
“For us?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“For me.”
He looked down at our daughter sleeping against his chest.
“I need to understand why I became someone who could say those things about you.”
I didn’t answer.
I appreciated that he was taking responsibility.
But I wasn’t ready to interpret it as proof that our marriage could be repaired.
Some things required more than apologies.
Eve continued calling.
She and Alex made it clear they wanted to support Sophie and maintain a respectful relationship with me.
I was grateful.
Whatever happened between Elon and me, I didn’t want our daughter deprived of people who genuinely loved her.
As for Sierra, I never contacted her.
I thought about it.
There were moments when I imagined walking into Elon’s office and confronting her.
