Hannah Campbell — The Envelope After Thirteen Years
She stared into her cup.
“Julian asked me if I would have been okay with Brian forgetting him,” she said.
“I couldn’t answer.
He said that was the answer.”
It was a hard question, and the thought of Julian asking it moved me more than Carla’s apology.
“Your son is allowed to be disappointed in you,” I said.
“Mine are allowed to be disappointed in Brian.”
Carla looked up.
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