I stepped closer and told a staff member to call the hotel medical team.

Grant looked up.

My sunglasses had slipped down.

For the first time in almost three years, our eyes met.

His face went pale.

“Camille?”

Miles froze behind me.

Grant looked toward him.

His expression broke.

“Miles…”

My son stared at the father he had spent years missing.

“Dad?”

I gently took Miles by the shoulders.

“Come with me.”

Grant tried to stand.

“Camille, please.”

I looked at him.

“Not here.”

For once, he listened.

## The Explanation I Had Waited Three Years to Hear

Grant came to my hotel room later that evening.

I kept the security latch closed.

He looked exhausted.

“Please give me ten minutes.”

“You have spent three years avoiding this conversation.”

His eyes dropped.

“I know.”

After Miles fell asleep, I met Grant in a quiet courtyard near the lobby.

Other guests were nearby, exactly as I wanted.

Grant sat across from me and folded his hands.

“Before I disappeared, my business was failing.”

I stayed silent.

He continued.