“Mark, you said I wasn’t attractive anymore.”
“These hands you find so ugly? They helped you through ten years of recovery.”
He looked away.
“I gave you everything I had. And you made me feel ashamed of what it cost me.”
For once, he had nothing to say.
Then I looked at Sophie.
“And you made our daughter keep your affair secret.”
“You made her believe our family depended on her keeping quiet.”
He looked at Sophie.
“Is that what you told your mother?”
She shrank into her chair.
“Don’t,” I said.
Mark turned toward me.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t make her responsible for your choices again.”
I told him about the dance solo.
For the first time, he looked confused.
“Sophie, why would you give that up?”
She stared at her notebook.
