Daniel’s eyes filled.
“I know.”
“I don’t know if I can ever forget what happened.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
She studied him.
“And I don’t know if I can love you the way I did before.”
Daniel nodded slowly.
“I understand.”
Emily looked down at the letter.
“But I see the father you’ve become.”
He held his breath.
“And I see the man who keeps showing up, even when nobody is watching.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“I don’t want to make promises about the future, Daniel.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
She reached for his hand.
“But maybe we can start by having dinner together tomorrow.”
Daniel stared at her.
It was such a small offer.
No declarations of eternal love.
No sudden reunion.
No guarantee that the wounds between them would ever completely heal.
Just dinner.
A chance to sit at the same table without anger standing between them.
