The last page mentioned media management and estate coordination.
That’s when it clicked.
She hadn’t come because she missed me.
She had come because I was suddenly visible.
Because the interviews had aired. Because articles had my name in them. Because my company had value now.
I read the line twice, then a third time.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
She mistook my horror for amazement and smiled.
“I know this is a lot,” she said gently, “but I’ve been watching from a distance. I always wanted to come back when the time was right. I think we both deserve a second chance.”
A second chance.
My dad made a strangled sound beside me, the kind a person makes when pain becomes too large to keep inside.
I looked at him.
