Rebecca looked at Daniel.
He nodded slowly.
“She was asking how much longer until I found a job. We were running out of the little money we had left. I was afraid you’d notice we weren’t contributing to the household expenses.”
“And my savings?”
Daniel hesitated.
“I thought about asking you for a loan to repay what we owed. That’s why I kept asking questions. But I never touched your accounts, Mom.”
I looked directly at him.
“Were you ever going to tell me the truth?”
He stared at the table.
“I kept telling myself I’d explain everything once I found work.”
“Three months, Daniel. You let me believe you had finally come home because you loved me.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“Mom, I do love you.”
“Then why did you forget me when your life was going well?”
He opened his mouth, but no words came.