Caleb.
He was crying, too.
And then I remembered his hand holding the back of my red bicycle while I screamed at him not to let go.
“I won’t. Keep going.”
I reached the middle of the driveway before stopping.
Nora shifted against my chest.
William wanted me to believe that little boy had grown into a man capable of abandoning his daughter without looking back.
Maybe he had.
But I wasn’t going to accept William’s version of the story.
I turned around.
“William.”
He stared at me.
“I am
