“I’m sorry too,” Logan said.
Albert nodded.
“I know.”
“No, Dad.
I need to say it properly.”
Logan’s voice caught, but he continued.
“I saw what was happening.
I knew Chelsea was disrespectful to you, and I kept telling myself it wasn’t serious because I didn’t want to deal with it.
When you needed me to speak, I looked at my drink.”
Albert’s eyes glistened.
“That was the part I remembered.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t need you to choose me over your wife.”
“I understand.”
“I needed you to choose what was right.”
Logan nodded.
“I should have.”
“Yes.”
The simple answer hurt more than anger would have.
Albert walked to the table and sat across from them.
For several moments, they were not father, son, and daughter-in-law surrounded by legal documents.
They were three people trying to speak honestly after years of avoiding the cost of honesty.
