“And you owe Rachel an apology for being the father she deserved, but never had.”
Gerald’s shoulders shook with sobs I hadn’t known he was capable of.
“I didn’t need the world to believe me, Gerald.”
My mother’s voice cracked on the last word.
“I needed you to believe me, and you never did.”
She turned her back on him and walked to where Rachel stood.
“Hello,”
she said softly, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m your mother. I’m so sorry it took so long to find you.”
It took Gerald three attempts to stand. Marcus didn’t help him. Neither did I. Neither did anyone in that room full of relatives who had until ten minutes ago believed his version of events. He gripped the edge of the platform, pulled himself upright, and reached for the microphone I’d set down. His voice, when he spoke, was barely recognizable. Hoorse, broken, stripped of every ounce of the arrogance I’d known my entire life.
“I was wrong.”
Three words. 28 years overdue.
“I was wrong about Diane. She never—”
His voice cracked. He tried again.
“She never betrayed me. I accused her for nearly three decades, and I was wrong.”
He looked at me, and for the first time in my life, I saw something other than suspicion in his eyes.
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