Before the event, we went to Grant’s house.
He opened the door wearing a pressed shirt.
Then he saw Tara.
The color drained from his face.
“Tara,” he whispered.
“You remember my name,” Tara said. “That’s more than I expected.”
“Cassidy… Tara, listen.”
“No,” I said. “You’re done deciding what I get to hear.”
Grant swallowed.
“It was complicated.”
“Divorce is complicated. Grief is complicated. But what you did was simple.”
Tara stepped forward.
“When you came to Claire’s apartment, did you know Mom was out looking for me?”
Grant didn’t answer.
The silence said everything.
“You watched me beg strangers for help,” I said.
His eyes filled with tears.
“I made a terrible mistake.”
“No. You erased our daughter and called it tragedy.”
“I have an event,” Grant said. “We can talk later.”
“We’ll come with you,” Tara said.
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