A beat of silence.
“That was different, Sav.”
“Was it?” I whispered.
She didn't respond. Her silence was louder than any words.
My voice trembled now. “Alyssa… he's been married for seven years. Emily’s five. You don’t need my help doing that math.”
Her face crumpled slightly. “Sav—”
“You said you didn’t have a choice, but you did. And you chose a married man. Why would you make the same mistake?”
The tears finally spilled. She wiped them away fast, jaw clenched tight. “Because I was desperate, okay?” Her voice cracked. “Because I was an intern and he was the boss. Because I was broke and scared and didn’t want to come crawling back home just to be treated like a failure.”
I took a breath, shaken. “Then why didn’t you come to Dad? He would've helped you with anything. He loves yo
