“I know.”
Jonah looked at me. His eyes were red and furious. “Would you have?”
I could have lied.
After everything Randall had done in the name of controlling my choices, I could have offered my son the mercy of uncertainty.
But we had had enough mercy built from lies.
“Yes.”
He flinched.
“I would have postponed treatments,” I said. “At least once. I would have told myself it was just one appointment. I would have gone to him if I knew he was dying.”
“Even if it killed you?”
“I would not have phrased it that way.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I know.”
He turned away.
I touched his shoulder.
For a second he resisted, muscles hard beneath my hand. Then the resistance went out of him all at once. He bent forward and put both hands against the table.
“I should’ve listened.”
“No.”
He looked at me.
