“That matters.”
“I still don’t know if I forgive him.”
“You don’t have to decide yet.”
Eleanor also tried to reconnect.
First with expensive gifts.
Then with letters.
Tommy ignored them for a long time.
When he was thirteen, he finally opened one.
Dear Tommy,
I was an unfair grandmother. I confused strength with health and a family name with love. You were never less. I was too blind to understand that.
Tommy asked whether I believed her.
“I don’t know,” I said. “People can change. But someone changing doesn’t