I stayed in Melbourne longer than I had planned.<\/p>\n
Three weeks became four.<\/p>\n
Four became six.<\/p>\n
My children noticed.<\/p>\n
At first, nobody said anything.<\/p>\n
Then Karen called.<\/p>\n
I almost didn't answer.<\/p>\n
When I did, there was a long silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're still in Australia?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you'd be home by now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked across the caf\u00e9 at Arthur.<\/p>\n
He was pretending not to listen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then Karen asked, \u201cAre you coming back?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question sounded simple.<\/p>\n
It wasn't.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She exhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't think about us anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cKaren, I thought about you every day before I left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow I'm trying to think about myself too.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn't respond.<\/p>\n
Then she said something that surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know how to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot need you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The truth beneath all the anger.<\/p>\n
I had spent years teaching my children that I would always be available.<\/p>\n
They had believed me.<\/p>\n
Maybe I had been the one who trained them to expect my absence from my own life.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't leave because I stopped loving you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you angry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you made a decision without asking us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the point.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI miss you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI miss you too.\u201d<\/p>\n
We ended the call without resolving anything.<\/p>\n
It was enough.<\/p>\n
That evening, I told Arthur.<\/p>\n
He was sitting on his porch, trying to repair a radio.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour daughter called?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did it go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBadly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds promising.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always find the strange side of things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's a survival technique.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says she doesn't know how to stop needing me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur put the screwdriver down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want her to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want her to be independent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds easy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople often confuse being needed with being loved.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about that.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Anne ever do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConstantly.\u201d<\/p>\n
We both laughed.<\/p>\n
Then he became quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's one reason losing her was so complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you had to learn who you were without her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the street.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm doing that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
A week later, Arthur took me to the lake.<\/p>\n
We drove for several hours.<\/p>\n
The road became narrower.<\/p>\n
The city disappeared.<\/p>\n
Eventually, we arrived at a quiet stretch of water bordered by trees.<\/p>\n
I recognized it immediately.<\/p>\n
Not because I had been there.<\/p>\n
Because Robert had painted it.<\/p>\n
I got out of the car.<\/p>\n
Arthur stood beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is where it happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe painting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe first one.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked toward the shore.<\/p>\n
The water moved gently against the bank.<\/p>\n
There was no cottage anymore.<\/p>\n
No dock.<\/p>\n
Just trees and water.<\/p>\n
I imagined Robert standing there as a young man.<\/p>\n
Before marriage.<\/p>\n
Before children.<\/p>\n
Before mortgages.<\/p>\n
Before illness.<\/p>\n
Before all the responsibilities that eventually became his life.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether he had known, even then, that those moments would matter.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Robert happy here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur thought for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was broke.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was terrible at cooking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe complained constantly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur looked at the water.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat on a fallen log.<\/p>\n
For some reason, that mattered more than I expected.<\/p>\n
I had spent twelve years remembering Robert as the sick man in the hospital bed.<\/p>\n
Arthur had given me back the young man.<\/p>\n
The ridiculous one.<\/p>\n
The stubborn one.<\/p>\n
The one who got lost.<\/p>\n
The one who painted.<\/p>\n
The one who believed the future would always be there.<\/p>\n
We stayed by the lake until evening.<\/p>\n
On the drive back, Arthur asked me something.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you ever wish you hadn't sold the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked through the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it was ours.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I don't regret leaving it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThose aren't the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I finally understand that.\u201d<\/p>\n
When we returned to Melbourne, Arthur gave me a small envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething I found in the box.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside was a photograph.<\/p>\n
Robert was standing beside Arthur.<\/p>\n
They were young.<\/p>\n
Too young.<\/p>\n
Robert had one arm around Arthur's shoulders.<\/p>\n
Both were laughing.<\/p>\n
I stared at the photograph for a long time.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you show me this before?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I didn't want to overwhelm you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou probably should have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're difficult.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I have been told.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n
There was writing on the back.<\/p>\n
Robert's handwriting.<\/p>\n
Two idiots by the lake.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Then I cried.<\/p>\n
Arthur watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I had known this version of him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew the version who chose you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't stop being that man.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the photograph.<\/p>\n
For years, I had treated Robert's life as something that ended with his illness.<\/p>\n
But Arthur was showing me that his life had been much larger.<\/p>\n
And perhaps mine could be too.<\/p>\n
A few days later, I received an email from Melissa.<\/p>\n
She apologized.<\/p>\n
Not completely.<\/p>\n
She still believed I had abandoned my responsibilities.<\/p>\n
But she admitted something.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't realize how much I depended on you until you weren't here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I replied honestly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't realize how much I had encouraged it until I left.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the first real conversation we had had since I sold the house.<\/p>\n
It wasn't a reconciliation.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
But it was a beginning.<\/p>\n
David took longer.<\/p>\n
Eric longer still.<\/p>\n
Eric eventually called one evening.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really aren't coming back to live in the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house is sold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just thought\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you would change your mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI almost did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause everyone was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you angry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the painting hanging in Arthur's living room.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I realized I was waiting for my life to start.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric didn't answer.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cI thought you were supposed to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought so too.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave a short laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's messed up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was another silence.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cI miss you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI miss you too.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all.<\/p>\n
It was enough.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, Arthur and I were sitting in his living room when I noticed the painting again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout the painting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Robert paint the third version?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur's expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said he painted it from memory.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout two years before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the painting.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he know you still had it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he ask you to keep it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur was silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer bothered me.<\/p>\n
The letter had explained why Robert wanted me to come to Australia.<\/p>\n
But it hadn't explained why this particular painting mattered so much.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did he paint the third one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis studio.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever see him paint it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he tell you what it meant?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe only said it was important.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed so.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked again at the bottom corner.<\/p>\n
R.M.<\/p>\n
I remembered Robert's habit of adding something tiny to every painting.<\/p>\n
A date.<\/p>\n
A word.<\/p>\n
A hidden mark.<\/p>\n
Sometimes an inside joke.<\/p>\n
I moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you take the painting down?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to see the back.\u201d<\/p>\n
He helped me remove it from the wall.<\/p>\n
We placed it carefully on the floor.<\/p>\n
I ran my fingers along the frame.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Arthur turned it around.<\/p>\n
The backing paper was old.<\/p>\n
One corner had been repaired.<\/p>\n
I saw something beneath it.<\/p>\n
A small folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've never seen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He carefully loosened the backing.<\/p>\n
The paper slid free.<\/p>\n
It was folded twice.<\/p>\n
My name was written across the front.<\/p>\n
Not Abigail.<\/p>\n
A different name.<\/p>\n
The nickname Robert had used for me when we were young.<\/p>\n
I hadn't seen it written in years.<\/p>\n
My hands shook.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
There were only three lines.<\/p>\n
I read them once.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
Arthur watched my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn't answer.<\/p>\n
The note wasn't a farewell.<\/p>\n
It wasn't a message about travel.<\/p>\n
It wasn't even about Robert.<\/p>\n
It was an instruction.<\/p>\n
A location.<\/p>\n
And beneath it, a date.<\/p>\n
A date from twenty-five years earlier.<\/p>\n
I looked at Arthur.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
He took the paper.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat address\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed toward the paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn't far from here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe old hotel where Robert and I first met.\u201d<\/p>\n
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