She nodded.
That was one of the few times she didn’t offer advice.
The fourth week, Lauren asked whether she could visit.
Then canceled.
Work.
An unexpected appointment.
A family dinner.
I recognized the pattern.
But this time, instead of saying it was fine, I replied:
Lauren, I’d like to see you when you’re ready to talk honestly. If this weekend doesn’t work, please choose another time rather than making arrangements you don’t intend to keep.
She responded the next morning.
You’re right. I’m sorry.
Then:
I don’t know how to face you.