Finally, I said, “I don’t think people are always just the worst thing they’ve ever done.”
Noah thought about that.
“So he’s not bad?”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
He frowned.
“Adults always say that when they don’t know the answer.”
I laughed.
“Sometimes we say it because the answer really is complicated.”
He kicked one sneaker against the pavement.
“Then why did you divorce him?”
That answer was easier.
“Because forgiving somebody and trusting them with your life aren’t the same thing.”
He looked at me.
“Did you forgive him?”
“I’m working on it.”
“Does he know?”
“I think he’s working on some things too.”
Noah accepted that.
I was grateful he didn’t ask me to explain forgiveness any further.
At forty-six, I wasn’t sure I could have passed the exam.
We got up and headed toward the parking lot.
Halfway to the car, Noah said, “Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“If something like that ever happens again, you’ll come get me, right?”
I stopped.
“Every time.”
“Even if you’re in Germany?”
“Especially if I’m in Germany.”
He considered that.
“That’s pretty far.”
“Then you’d better not make a habit of it. Airline tickets are expensive.”
He grinned.
Then he looked back at Greenway.
“Can we get ice cream?”
“We were literally just inside.”
“I forgot.”
“You have been thinking about ice cream since we parked.”
“Maybe.”
I sighed.
“Go.”
He headed back toward the doors and I followed.
As we passed the bench, I looked at it one last time.
For months, I’d thought of that bench as the place where my failure had finally caught up with my son.
I don’t think of it that way anymore.
It was where Noah finally stopped trying to handle everything by himself.
It was where somebody noticed him.
And it was where the truth found me five thousand miles away.
I couldn’t give Noah those six days back.
I couldn’t promise him that every adult he trusted would always deserve it.
What I could promise was simpler.
If he needed me, he never had to decide whether his problem was important enough.
He never had to make himself smaller so somebody else could have an easier day.
And he never had to wonder whether coming for him was worth the trouble.
It always would be.
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