when she opened the door.
“I haven’t forgiven you,” I told her.
She lowered her eyes.
“But Luke is Daniel’s son.”
She looked back at me.
“And that means he’s Ben’s brother.”
For a moment, nobody spoke.
“I think we’ve all lost enough,” I continued. “Maybe instead of fighting over whatever pieces of Daniel are left, we should learn how to share them.”
I held out the pie.
Monica’s eyes filled with tears.
She took it slowly and stepped aside.
Luke was standing behind her.
And for the first time,
