“There isn’t,” he added after a moment. “Madison moved out. Your mother won’t answer my calls.”
He swallowed hard.
“I know what I did.”
That sentence was new.
It wasn’t enough. But it was real.
Noah ran past, stopped when he saw the screen, and looked up at me.
“Is that him?”
“Yes.”
He looked at the screen again and didn’t wave.
Daniel noticed.
For the first time I saw something on his face that was not about himself.
Shame, maybe. Maybe something close.
“I’m not asking to come back,” he said quickly. “I just wanted to see him.”
“Why?”
He took a long breath before answering.
“Because I don’t know who I am without this family.”
That was honest. Empty, but honest.
Noah tugged my sleeve. “Can he stay outside?”
There was no fear in the question. Just a child learning how boundaries work.
I looked at my father on the screen.
I wasn’t afraid of him anymore.
Not even a little.
“I didn’t do all this to punish you,” I said into the intercom. “You had already decided I didn’t matter. I just made that decision real.”
Snow melted on his shoulders.
His hands stayed in his pockets.
No excuses this time.
“What happens now?” Noah asked.
I thought about titles, paperwork, ownership, all the things that once felt like power.