partner. They told me that if I refused, they’d cut me off completely. I was 17, Eleanor. I didn’t fight them. I should have. I’ve thought about that every day since.”
“You had 30 years to say something.”
“You seemed happy,” Peter said. “I checked on you from a distance. I saw you with Chloe when she was little. I saw the house. I told myself you’d chosen a good life, and I had no right to walk back into it.”
“Then what changed?”
He drew a slow breath.
“Three
