“Mr.Higgins—”
“Albert,” he said gently.
She nodded.
“Albert.”
He looked at her, waiting.
“I’m sorry.”
The words trembled, but she did not look away.
“I’m sorry I made you feel unwelcome in your own home.
I’m sorry I treated your help as something I was entitled to, and I’m sorry I used being busy and embarrassed as reasons to avoid seeing what I was doing.”
Albert remained quiet.
Chelsea continued.
“I don’t expect you to forgive me today.
I only wanted you to hear me say it without asking for anything.”
His expression changed slightly.
“That matters,” he said.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
“I was afraid you thought I was only sorry because the money was gone.”
“I did wonder.”
“I understand.”
“But I don’t think that now.”
She lowered her head, relieved and ashamed at once.
Albert turned to Logan.
His son stood slowly.
