“But eventually you did.”
“Six months before the appeal hearing itself.”
Caleb stood silently in the hallway doorway, watching all of it unfold.
“You let me stand in prison visitation lines for three entire years,” I said, voice shaking, “without ever once telling me I was actually a pawn inside your family’s private war.”
“I told myself I was protecting you from it.”
“No. Say it properly, for once.”
