"Patrick, I always believed you were responsible, but so far, you only asked for my forgiveness. Do you have anything else to say?"
"Yes. I'll explain everything to you. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
I sneered, "I'm not interested in your affair."
Despite countless doubts in my mind, I was reluctant to give him a chance to explain.
Explanation would mean forgiveness, but I couldn't forgive him.
He could do whatever he pleased. Why couldn't I?
Patrick froze in place, sighing dejectedly.
Harry put his arms around my neck and leaned on my shoulder.
"Mommy, the teacher told us that if someone is aware of his mistakes and corrects them, he is still a good boy. What about Daddy? Is he still a good dad?"
I rubbed Harry's head, forced a smile, and said, "Maybe he will be a good dad, but he will no longer be a good husband. Harry, you are too young to understand these things. You just need to know that we will always love you."
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I lulled him to sleep. Patrick tried turning the doorknob multiple times, but the door remained closed because I had locked it from the inside.