Daniel looked at the teenager.

“That decision belongs to Evan.”

Evan nodded.

“I need time.”

Mark seemed ready to argue, but then stopped.

Finally, he picked up his tool case.

Without another word, he walked out.

Daniel closed the door.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

Then Evan wiped his eyes.

“My mom trusted you.”

Daniel looked at him.

Evan gave a small nod.

“Now I understand why.”

Daniel covered his face for a moment.

Maya walked over and hugged him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

She hugged him tighter.

“You were still pretty rude when we walked in.”

A small laugh escaped him.

Evan wiped his cheek.

“So…”

He glanced at Daniel.

“Just to be clear, it wasn’t the eyeliner?”

Daniel finally laughed.

“No.”

“Good,” Evan said. “Because this took me twenty minutes.”

Maya rolled her eyes.

And for the first time that evening, the tension in the room eased.

Daniel couldn’t change what happened almost twenty years earlier.

He couldn’t rewrite Claire’s past.

And he couldn’t decide what kind of relationship Evan might want with Mark.

But that night, he finally stopped hiding behind silence.

He said what he believed.

He respected Evan’s choice.

And he closed a chapter of his past that had remained unfinished for far too long.