One afternoon a newly hired employee entered an order incorrectly, and Andrew almost yelled at him — and then stopped, because he remembered his mother snapping her fingers at the waiter at the engagement dinner.

“Come over here,” he said instead.

“I’ll show you how to fix it.” That night he thought about Emily, and wanted to call her, and did not, because for the first time he understood that apologizing did not always mean getting someone back — that sometimes an apology meant changing even when the person you hurt would never return.

Victoria took longer.

She eventually accepted an administrative position at a neighborhood cafe owned by an old acquaintance, and sold nearly all of her designer handbags, and discovered that no one cared about the Caldwell name anymore.