“She found a good man,” he said proudly. “They’re getting married. I told her you had to be invited.”
I stared at him, speechless, until he added, “Mom only ever spoke well of you. I know you’re both too proud to take the first step. I was the reason you two separated… so I want to be the reason you come back together.”
That broke me. I pulled him into my arms and sobbed into his shoulder. When I finally stepped back, he pointed toward a car parked down the street.
“She’s waiting.”
