She gasped. “Bexley? Sweetie, is that you?” Tears threatened to fall as unspoken apologies clogged my throat. A thousand times I’d wanted to look her up, see if she still lived here…apologize for what I did to her son. A thousand times I’d wanted to tell her how grateful I was for her kindness when she’d first met me, how much I wanted her to be my mother-in-law one day, how I had honestly thought that was where our future would take us.
