“Did you ever check the reports?”
“Not carefully enough.”
He did not try to make the answer sound better.
“I trusted that the oversight was being done,” he continued. “That isn’t the same as making sure it was.”
“No.”
“I understand.”
I watched him absorb my answer without turning it into an argument.
We reached the curb, where Daniel waited beside his car.
“I’ll send you the review once it’s complete,” Alexander said.
“Send it to Daniel.”
“I will.”
I opened the passenger door, then paused.
“Alexander.”
He looked at me.
“My mother’s help from your father doesn’t create an obligation for me to forgive you.”
“I know.”
“And it doesn’t change what I need now.”
“I know that too.”
His eyes were tired, but steady.
“I hope your father did the right thing for my mother,” I said. “I’m glad he kept his promise.”
