She swallowed.
“Then he said you were already tired, and telling you would make everything worse.”
I couldn’t speak.
“He told you to keep it secret?”
She nodded.
“He said he needed time.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“I thought if I didn’t tell, maybe he’d stop seeing her.”
She wiped her cheek.
“And if I didn’t ask him for anything, maybe he’d want to stay.”
I stared at her.
“Sophie, is that why you said you were okay when he left?”
She shook her head.
“I wasn’t okay, Mom.”
Her voice broke.
“I just didn’t want him to see me crying.”
I stared at her.
“What do you mean?”
“I stopped asking him to come to dancing. And I didn’t complain when he forgot movie night.”
