She frowned.
“Why?”
“Because that walk belongs to your real father. I don’t want to take a place that isn’t mine.”
The kitchen became painfully quiet.
Kaylee stared at him.
“But you always come to my games.”
“I know, sweetheart. And I’ll be there Thursday. But your biological father should be the one walking beside you, if he ever decides to show up.”
I watched my daughter’s expression change.
For a brief moment, she looked as though she might argue.
Instead, she nodded.
“Fine.”
She stood, carried her plate to the sink, loaded it into the dishwasher, and walked upstairs.
She didn’t slam her bedroom door.
Somehow, that made everything worse.
Mason looked at me with ketchup on his chin.
“Mom?”
I couldn’t answer.
I wanted to confront Travis immediately. I wanted to remind him of everything he had done for Kaylee and explain why his words were so unfair.
