“This isn’t over,” she said.
“It is for me,” I answered.
She left without another word.
The Apology That Came Too Late
Three days later, Ethan came.
Not announced. Not accompanied. Alone.
The doorman called to ask if I would allow him up.
I thought about the little boy who used to wait by the window when I came home from work.
“Yes,” I said. “Send him up.”
When the elevator doors opened, he looked smaller. Thinner. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes red and tired.
He stepped inside slowly, like someone entering a place they weren’t sure they were welcome.
“Mom,” he said.
I didn’t correct him.
