strangely, that silence gave me a little hope.
Elaine visited the next day with homemade soup.
Before she even took off her coat, she said, “I’m not here to convince you to take Nick back.”
I laughed.
“Good. Because I was already preparing my answer.”
She sat beside me.
“I hoped those shopping bags would help you feel safe again,” she said. “But I understand that clothes can’t repair everything.”
“They helped more than you know.”
She squeezed my hand.
“I wish my son hadn’t put you through this.”
We
