and I made some serious mistakes raising you two.”
I looked at him.
He continued.
“We praised Khloe for everything. We let her believe she’d never have to answer for her choices.”
I said nothing.
“And we expected you to handle your responsibilities without recognition.”
His voice softened.
“I was unfair to you, Lucas.”
For years, I’d imagined hearing those words.
Now that he was finally saying them, I didn’t know how to respond.
Dad reached across the table and placed his hand on my shoulder.
“I’m proud of the man you’ve become.”
My throat tightened.
“Thanks, Dad.”
It wasn’t a perfect apology.
It didn’t erase years of comparisons.
But it was a beginning.
Later that evening, Khloe knocked on the guest bedroom door.
She was holding an envelope.
“I found something,” she said.
Inside was an old photograph of us as children at the county fair.
We were both
