I Lost Our Child Chapter 31
When I came out of the courthouse, I saw Thatcher standing at the bottom of the steps.
He’d gotten thinner in the few months since I’d last seen him.
I stopped.
“Why are you here?”
“Leo told me.”
He didn’t come to my side like he used to. He just stood where he was.
“I wasn’t involved in the mediation.”
“I just wanted to wait until it was over and say a few things to you.”
I checked the time.
“Go ahead.”
Thatcher’s hand, hanging at his side, slowly clenched into a fist.
“When that article came out back then, I went to your company and pressured them.”
“I was convinced you were behind it. When I got home, I accused you.”
His voice was a little hoarse.
“Now that the same thing has happened again, I finally understand how wronged you must have felt.”
I listened quietly.
“And the baby. And your grandmother. And when you got hurt.”
“I keep thinking—if I had answered your call then, if I hadn’t gone to Ava again and again—would things have been different?”
The wind lifted the hem of his coat.
I had asked myself that, too, once.
If he had answered the call.