Cheryl started crying.
I put my arm around Emma.
Adam looked at his mother.
“Overnight visits stop.”
Cheryl looked up sharply.
“Adam.”
“For now.”
“You’re punishing me.”
“No. We’re listening to our daughter.”
He took the calendar off the wall.
Cheryl stood.
“Don’t.”
Adam stared at her.
“Why?”
“I made that.”
“I know.”
He folded it once.
Then again.
“That’s the problem.”
I looked at Adam.
“I need to say something to you too.”
He nodded.
“You should never have agreed to changing Emma’s weekends without talking to me.”
“I know.”
“Even if it was one extra night.”
“You’re right.”
“Harmless decisions about our daughter still belong to both of us.”
He nodded again.
“I’m sorry.”
That conversation wasn’t finished, but it could wait.
Emma couldn’t.
I turned to her.
“Do you want to take anything from this room?”
She thought about it.
Then shook her head.
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“Not today.”
“Okay.”
Cheryl wiped her face.
“Emma, please don’t leave thinking I wanted to take you away from your parents.”
Emma looked at her.
“Then why did you write Mom?”
Cheryl had no answer.
We left soon afterward.
Emma sat quietly in the back seat.
Halfway home, Adam turned around.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not paying enough attention before I said yes.”
Emma shrugged.
Then she asked, “Do I have to sleep there again?”
“No,” I said immediately.
Adam nodded.
“Not unless you want to.”
“Ever?”
“Ever.”
She leaned back.
“Okay.”
That single word told me we’d made the right decision.
For the next two months, Cheryl only saw Emma when Adam or I was there.
At first, Cheryl complained.
Then Adam told her something that finally seemed to reach her.
“You keep asking when we’re going to trust you again. That’s the wrong question.”
“What should I ask?”
“When Emma will.”
After that, Cheryl stopped pushing.
She started coming to our house instead.
