“Not all of it was good, I assume,” he returned. I watched as he sat back, getting comfortable—settling in—to talk to my mom. My chest ached because of how hard my heart was beating. His face got serious, and his eyes found mine as he spoke. “There were things I said to your daughter. I disrespected her. I misjudged her. She isn’t the kind of a woman I blindly assumed she was—”
