Instead, she swallowed and said, “I was wrong about you.”
Ray put down the packet he was holding.
I watched his face carefully.
This was the apology he had been denied for years. The admission that the people who had judged him might finally be willing to reconsider.
He could have made her feel the shame she had once made him feel.
He could have reminded her of every cruel comment, every closed door, and every holiday when she had refused to visit.
Instead, he glanced at the casserole dish.
“Is that for your dinner?”
Linda looked confused.
“Yes.”
“Good. Keep it. There’s plenty of food here, but you shouldn’t go home without your own dinner.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I brought it for you.”
Ray shook his head.
“Then we’ll share it.”
He pulled out another chair.
Linda began to cry.
“I should have come sooner.”
Ray sat down across from her.
