Page 6 of His to Cherish
Aidan walked me to the front door, and when I stepped through the doorway, he called my name.
“Yes?” I asked, looking at him over my shoulder once again.
He stared at me, and I found myself looking away from his eyes, unable to see the anguish and desperation in them without my own eyes filling with tears. The silence between us grew heavy.
“Thank you. I mean it. For everything.”
He looked away and blinked.
My own eyes watered. I knew his were doing the same even if I couldn’t see it.
And I knew what he was thanking me for, yet I hadn’t done anything.
I didn’t do enough.
As I walked the short distance home and opened the door to my empty house, I knew that the last thing I wanted to do was to leave a grieving, heartbroken father all by himself.
Even if staying would have been equally wrong.
