My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years
“That was different.”
“A little.”
“Do you believe it?”
“I believe she did it today.”
Sophie considered that.
It was the same measure I was trying to use for Graham’s apology and our own attempts to reconnect.
I could recognize a better action without converting it into a guarantee that the next one would be better too.
I did not have to decide the rest of my mother’s life from a single visit.