The sight was simply unexpected.
Nathan stood beside him.
Connor cleaned every drop of milk from the floor.
When he finished, he walked over to me.
His face was different now.
Smaller somehow.
Less certain.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
This time, there were no friends around.
No audience.
No smirk.
“I really am.”
I studied him for a second.
“Thank you.”
He nodded.
Then he looked at Mason.
“I’m sorry, little guy.”
Mason stared at him.
Connor gave a small, uncomfortable smile.
Mason buried his face against my chest.
Nathan put a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“We’re leaving.”
Before they walked away, Nathan turned back.
“Ms. Amber?”
“Just Amber.”
He nodded.
“Amber. I’m sorry you had to deal with this.”
I looked at Connor.
“So am I.”
Nathan followed my gaze.
“But maybe he’ll remember it.”
Connor didn’t argue.
They left together.
I stood there for a while after they were gone.
