Samuel stared at him.
Then looked at his brothers.
“So you’re Dad?”
Adrian swallowed.
“Yes.”
No one spoke.
Then Noah asked:
“Why didn’t you come before?”
Adrian couldn’t answer.
That question came from an eight-year-old.
But it carried eight years of silence.
Finally, Adrian said:
“Because I made a terrible mistake.”
Noah frowned.
“What kind?”
Adrian looked at me.
“The kind that can hurt people for a very long time.”
Ethan studied him.
“Are you sorry?”
Adrian nodded.
“Every day.”
Ethan thought about it.
Then he picked up a potato.
“Okay.”
Adrian looked surprised.
“Okay?”
“You said you’re sorry.”
“That doesn’t fix it.”
“I know.”
The boy shrugged.
“But it’s Christmas.”
I almost cried.
