I had no interest in pretending I had behaved perfectly simply because I had been hurt first.
“I should have told you I was leaving before I hired movers,” I said. “I made that decision while I was angry.”
“You didn’t seem angry on the phone.”
“I was.”
Rebecca looked at the folder.
“You were hurt.”
“Yes.”
She nodded slowly.
For the first time since I arrived, something in her expression changed.
The defensiveness faded.
“I’m sorry about Hawaii.”
Daniel glanced toward her.
Rebecca continued.
“Not because you moved out. Not because of the loan. I’m sorry because we should have asked you.”
I had imagined an apology many times over the previous days.
In all of them, I felt immediate relief.
Reality was different.
“I appreciate that.”
She looked disappointed.
Perhaps she had expected forgiveness to arrive faster.
Perhaps I had too.
Daniel said, “I’m sorry too.”
