“Could she apologize to us?”

I told him that would be his decision, along with his brothers’.

We discussed it with Dr.

Keene and agreed on a short visit at a park.

Evelyn arrived with no gifts, just a small paper bag of homemade muffins that she placed on a picnic table without insisting anyone eat them.

She knelt so she could look the boys in the eye.

“I owe you an apology,” she said.