Nobody can make me see him if I donât want to!â
âBethany,â Sheila said evenly, âI can see that youâre upset, but your father has said that he would very much like to see you again. A judge has said heâs entitled to do that, so you do have to see him.â
Bethany whipped her head toward me, eyes wide, looking for my support. She had it; I didnât think she should have to see Hodge if she didnât want to. But I also knew that my opinion wouldnât carry any weight in a courtroom and that trying to argue Bethanyâs point for her not only would be fighting a losing battle, but also might end up prejudicing Sheila Fentonâs opinion of me. I had to find a way to comply with the legal realities while doing what I could to protect my kids.
âHoney, give it a chance.â I reached out to take her hand, but she snatched it away.
âI donât want to see him. He hit me! And he hit you too.â Eyes blazing, she turned back to Sheila. âHe used to hit her all the time. He slammed her hand in the door of a car. I was little, but I remember.â
Sheila nodded, her expression patient but immovable. âI know. Iâve seen the police report and your motherâs medical files. But Iâve seen your father too. Heâs very anxious to see you. And Iâve talked to the people who have been working with him at the prison. They say heâs been a very good, cooperative prisoner. He hasnât been involved in one fight or violent incident in the last five years. Thatâs why heâs being released early. The parole board thinks heâs been rehabilitated,â she said, looking at me and then at my daughter, simplifying her explanation so Bethany would be able to understand. âThey think heâs learned from his mistakes and has changed. Five years is a long time.â
People can change. I really believe that. But just because people can change doesnât mean that Hodge has. Sheila Fenton doesnât know him like I do.
Bethany looked at me again. She didnât say anything, but her eyes begged me to do something.
âWill she have to be alone with him?â I asked.
âNo. Definitely not,â Mrs. Fenton said, addressing herself to Bethany. âEspecially at first, your visits with your dad will be supervised. Someone will be with you all the time. Later, if things go well, that might change, but we would talk about it first and make sure you were feeling comfortable with the idea.â
Sheila clasped her hands together and leaned closer to my daughter. âYour dad really is anxious to see you again and to be part of your life. He wrote you a letter,â she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a white envelope.
âI donât want it.â
Sheilaâs eyes shifted in my direction, seeking my support, I suppose, but I didnât say anything. I know that Arnie said I should be cooperative, but if Bethany didnât want to read that letter, then she didnât have to.
Bobby was sitting in the waiting room while all this was going on. Sheila had thought it best to speak to the children separately, so she could explain everything to them at an age-appropriate level.
I didnât suppose Bobby would be as distressed by the situation as Bethany was, but I really wasnât prepared for his response to the news of Hodgeâs imminent return. He was excited, elated. And full of questions I didnât know how to answer.
âHeâs coming home! Really?â
âYes. Well, not home exactly. Your daddy and I arenât married anymore, so he canât stay with us.â
This didnât seem to faze him; lots of his friends have divorced parents too.
âIâve got a big bed. He can stay in my room! I donât mind sharing.â
âNo, honey. He canât stay in your room either. He doesnât . . . We donât . . .â
I looked at Sheila, hoping
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