“Caroline—”
“I’m not asking you to throw them together without support. I’m asking you not to turn ‘slowly’ into another few years.”
Denise was quiet.
“A supervised meeting,” I said. “If Luke wants it and Emma wants it.”
Eventually, everyone agreed.
“What if she doesn’t want me?”
Luke almost refused to go.
“What if she doesn’t want me?”
“Then we’ll respect that.”
“What if she hates me?”
“Then you’ll survive hearing the truth.”
Emma’s parents, Rachel and David, met us in their living room.
“And if she forgot me?”
I couldn’t answer that one.
Emma’s parents, Rachel and David, met us in their living room.
Rachel looked nervous.
David looked ashamed.
She returned carrying a plastic storage bin and set it in front of Luke.
After ten minutes of strained conversation, Rachel went upstairs.
She returned carrying a plastic storage bin and set it in front of Luke.
