“Mom?” he said quietly.
“Yeah, buddy?”
“I don’t like keeping secrets,” he said.
I squeezed his hand. “You don’t ever have to do that anymore. Not for me, and not for anyone else. Okay?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
We got into the car and drove home. The truth had been painful, and it had changed everything, but as I looked at my son in the rearview mirror, I knew it was worth it.
He’d never carry the weight of someone else’s lie again.
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