“So,” I said, breaking the silence, “what have you been doing all these years?”
Daniel pushed his meal onto his plate. “It’s a long story, Mom. I’ve been… everywhere. I tried to get out of it.”
“And that’s the case?” I asked. “Did you manage to get out?”
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He nodded. “I think so. I’m clean now. I have been for a while. I have a job in town. I just… I needed to see you first. To apologize.”
I wanted to believe him. My God, as I wanted to believe. But thirteen years of disappointment and loneliness had taught me to be careful.
