“Now they ask less.”
When they returned to the living room, Nathan remained standing near the door.
“I want to earn whatever place you allow me to have.”
Emma looked exhausted.
“The science fair is Thursday.”
He listened carefully.
“The boys will be there.”
His heart raced.
“You can come.”
A pause.
“But not as their father.”
Nathan nodded.
“No gifts.”
Another nod.
“No photos.”
“I understand.”
Emma sighed.
“No.”
She opened the door.
“You don’t. But maybe you can learn.”
And for the first time in five years, Nathan Harrison left with something more valuable than any contract he had ever signed.
