I narrowed my eyes slightly.
“Yes. I expected that part.”
Eli dropped onto the couch like his bones had suddenly become optional.
“He explained everything,” he added.
My chest tightened slightly at that word.
Everything is never just everything.
It is always everything filtered through perspective.
Through guilt.
Through revision.
Through selective memory.
I kept my voice steady.
“And?”
Ava hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
“He said he was very stupid.”
I blinked once.
Then twice.
–
Neutri
…He said that?”
Enodded immediately, as if it was the most normal conclusion in the world.
“Yes. His words. Not ours.’
I pressed my lips together to stop the reaction I felt building.
Of course he said that.
Of course he would use that exact word in front of them.
my concept.
Children would now casually describe their father’s emotional history as stupidity like it was a math
I inhaled slowly.
“And how do you two feel about that?” I asked.
Silence.
The kind that meant thinking was happening too loudly to verbalize.
Ava sat down properly now, folding her legs neatly under her.
“I think…” she started slowly, “he was honest.”
That word again.
Honest.
Eli shrugged.
“He was confused a lot.”
“He said it wasn’t our fault.”
That one part I had expected.
Eli nodded.
“He said that a lot actually.”
Good.
At least that part he got right.
I shifted my weight slightly, still watching them.
“And?”
Aya hesitated again.
Then she said it.
“He said you were very brave.”
That caught me off guard.
My brows lifted slightly.
“…He said that?”
Eli nodded.
“He said you stayed. Even when he left.”
Something inside my chest tightened again, but I refused to let it show on my face.
I had heard variations of that sentence before.

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