"I wanted you to choose me." I said and Charles's eyes became wet.
"I should have." He said.
The words hit harder than I expected and he stood and walked toward the shelves where several old photographs remained.
"I can’t change your childhood." He said.
"No." I said.
"I can’t give you back the years I missed." He said.
"No." I said.
"But I can stop pretending I did things wrong." He said and I looked at him.
"That is a start." I said and he nodded.
"I know rebuilding trust will take time." He said.
"It will." I said.
"I'm not asking you to forgive me today." He said and I appreciated that more than I expected.
"I do accept your apology." I said as Charles looked at me.
"You do?" He asked.
"I accept that you are sorry." I said and he nodded.
"But trusting you again is differ
