As the conversation unfolded, I learned about investments made without consultation, debts incurred to cover risky ventures that hadn’t panned out. Their explanations were tinged with regret, a quiet acknowledgment of decisions made in solitude.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, the question hanging heavy in the air.
“I thought I could handle it,” they replied, their gaze dropping to the table. “I didn’t want to worry you.”
“But now it’s more than just worry, isn’t it?” I said, the edge to my words unintentional but undeniable.
They nodded, the admission silent but palpable. We sat there, the table between us a metaphorical divide that needed bridging.
“We’ll need to meet with the lawyer,” I stated, shifting the focus to practicalities. “And I want to be involved from now on.”
“Of course,” they agreed, a hint of relief in their voice. “I won’t hide anything from you again.”
We spent the rest of the evening sorting through documents, making lists, and planning meetings. It was the beginning of a long process, but at least we were taking the first steps together.
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