Chapter 21 - Mara and I Do Not Reunite
Everyone expected romance.
I blame movies.
Mara and I had loved each other.
Lucasta separated us through deception.
Therefore:
Reunion.
No.
Not immediately.
Maybe not ever.
Six years changed us.
Mara had built a life in Maine.
Work.
Friends.
Tamsin’s school.
A small cedar house near the water.
I had built mine in New York.
Business.
Family.
History.
And there was anger.
Mara loved me?
Maybe part of her.
She also looked at me and saw the family system she had spent years avoiding.
I looked at her and remembered the one real message where she asked me not to follow.
Neither was wrong.
We began co-parenting.
Legally, I filed to establish parentage formally after DNA.
Mara did not contest.
Custody negotiation followed.
No courtroom war.
Initial arrangement:
Mara retained primary residential custody in Maine.
I had two weekends monthly nearby or in New York after gradual adjustment.
School holidays shared.
Summer blocks increased over time.
Major medical and educational decisions joint after a transitional period.
No unilateral relocation without notice.
No security detail around Tamsin except when threat assessment actually justified it.
That clause mattered to Mara.
My first visit to Maine, I rented a small house.
Not a hotel suite with six security men.
Tamsin slept at Mara’s.
I saw her during the day.
We built a birdhouse.
Badly.
She asked:
“Why you not sleep our house?”
“Because Mom and I are figuring things out.”
“Are you boyfriend?”
Mara nearly inhaled coffee.
“No.”
“Were?”
“Yes.”
“Why stop?”
Adults lied.
“Complicated.”
Mara said:
“That means grown-ups made mistakes.”
Tamsin nodded.
“Again.”
Apparently our family brand.
By year two Mara and I could have dinner without lawyers.
By year three we remained close co-parents.
Occasional tenderness.
No remarriage.
No forced romantic ending.
Tamsin did not need her parents in one house to prove the truth had been repaired.
She needed both to answer the phone.
May you like
We did.
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