Regret is just life’s aftertaste. No matter what you choose, you’re gonna wonder if you shoulda done things different. I didn’t necessarily choose wrong. I just chose. And I lived with my choice, aftertaste and all. I like to think I gave my boy the best life I could, even if I wasn’t perfect.” Bev shrugged and met my eyes steadily. “Knowing you, I’m sure that’s true, Bev,” I said sincerely. “I hope so, Blue.”
