He comes over every week, sometimes alone, sometimes with a small bag of fruit he insists is for Willa.
He sits at our kitchen table while Willa shows him her newest bracelet, her newest drawing, her newest obsession.
He listens like it matters.
He’s a better grandfather now.
And quietly, he’s trying to be a better father.
Once, as he stood at the door putting on his coat, he said, “I should have spoken up sooner.”
I didn’t respond right away, because that sentence is heavy.
Then I said, “I know.”
And he nodded, eyes wet, and left without making it bigger than it was.
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