Dad spent that winter alone. Mom didn’t rush back, and none of us tried to convince her to. After thirty-one years of carrying the consequences of his choices, she finally had the space to decide what she wanted without someone telling her what a good wife was supposed to endure.<\/p>\n
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Then, one afternoon in March, there was a knock at our door. Dad stood on the porch looking older than I remembered. In his hands was a bag of the children’s favorite cookies. Nobody spoke for several seconds. He didn’t begin with excuses. He looked at Mom and apologized to her first\u2014for the affair, for making her feel responsible for preserving his reputation, and for allowing her to carry his secret for decades. Then he turned toward me. He apologized for telling me to forgive Shane when what he’d really been doing was defending his own past. For the first time, Dad wasn’t asking the women in his family to protect him from the consequences of what he’d done.<\/p>\n
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