“I’m not here to rewrite your life. I’m not asking for anything. But I couldn’t let you believe that I left you. That I didn’t want you. I just found out six months ago. A mutual friend I shared with your mother confessed. She told me everything.”
I took the card with a shaky hand.
Mark smiled faintly. “If you ever want to talk, call me. No pressure. I’ll wait.”
He stepped back, nodded once, and turned to leave. Mark didn’t linger. He moved through the crowd like someone who already knew he didn’t belong there, shoulders slightly hunched, hands shoved into his pockets.
“No pressure. I’ll wait.”
I stood there holding his card, staring at his name and phone number as if they might rearrange themselves into something easier to understand.
My mom hadn’t moved. She looked like all the strength had drained from her at once. The woman who had fixed everything my entire life suddenly looked unsure of where to put her hands.
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