Terms of Trust

He shook his head, the memory bittersweet. “But I had been possessive, controlling, thinking I knew best. Even after we married, even after we had you, son… it wasn’t easy.”

His hands tightened slightly on the table. “Your mother is always traveling alone, attending events, meeting dozens of men who would try to get her attention. I didn’t like it. We argued. Often. Sometimes I thought we were on