Joanne Brennan — The Husband Who Thought He Could Come Home
“I’m glad,” I answered.
“He’s your father.”
“You’d be okay with that?”
“I can stand in the same room as Roger without going back to the marriage.
We can be there for you.”
Trevor grew quiet.
“That means a lot.”
I told him I loved him, hung up, and watched the sunset settle behind the neighborhood roofs.