“You do?” She asked.
“Yes, but being sorry is only the beginning.” I said and Charlotte nodded.
“I know.” She said as I reached for her hand.
“I love you, Charlotte, but loving you doesn't mean pretending you did nothing wrong.” I said as she squeezed my fingers.
“I wish you had told me that years ago.” She said.
“So do I.” I said.
The door opened later that afternoon, and Charles walked inside.
He stopped when he saw both of us sitting together.
“What happened?” Charles asked as I looked at him.
“We are finally talking about the things we should have talked about years ago.” I said and Charles slowly nodded.
“I suppose it’s my turn.” Charles said and Charlotte looked at him.
“Dad, you don’t have to.” Charlotte said.
“Yes, I do.” He said as he sat across from us.
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