I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever

And I’m sorry that my apology came so late.”

She looked down at the bag.

“I believe you’re sorry.

I don’t know yet what to do with that.”

“You don’t have to do anything with it today.”

She nodded.

“I’ll call you tomorrow evening.

After Mason’s had Christmas.