making an emotional decision you would regret.”
“I was emotional.”
“Yes.”
“But?”
“But apparently that didn’t make you wrong.”
I watched the water outside.
“That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Margaret’s short laugh sounded sad.
“I suppose I deserve that.”
After another hesitation, she spoke again.
“Aaron is not doing well.”
My chest tightened automatically. Years of caring for Aaron had trained my body to respond even though my mind had stepped away.
“I’m sorry.”
“He misses you.”
I closed my eyes.
“Margaret.”
“I’m not
