He hesitates. “I’m sorry, Sara,” he says, pausing, the words tight in his throat. “I’m so sorry.” There’s so much for him to be sorry about that I don’t know where to apply this apology. About what his brother did? His mother’s relentless fight against me to save her son? Having to tell Alana the truth about her conception? But the directness of his stare gives nothing away. I decide to apply his apology to all of it and silently accept.
