The words stopped me.
Because he was right.
I had spent years helping until help became expectation.
Now I was about to solve another problem simply because I could.
I folded my hands.
“What do you suggest?”
He blinked.
“What?”
“You said I shouldn’t rescue you. Fine. What do you suggest?”
Daniel stared out over the balcony.
“I could sell my share of the business.”
“Do you want to?”
“No.”
“Then that seems foolish.”
“We could sell the house.”
I had expected that.
“How would the children feel?”
“They’d adjust.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
He looked down.
“They love the house.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“So does Rebecca?”
“Yes.”
“Then what else?”
He thought.
“We could repay part of your loan now and the rest over time.”
“How much now?”
“Twenty thousand without hurting anything important.”
“And the rest?”
“Monthly payments.”
I nodded.
“That sounds reasonable.”
His head lifted.
“You’d agree to that?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“I want terms.”
He almost smiled.
“Peter has infected you.”
“Peter was right.”
“He’ll enjoy hearing that.”
“He already knows.”
Daniel laughed.
It was the first easy sound between us in days.
