Ten days later, she called.
“Mom, I’ve made a decision.”
“I’m furious. I feel betrayed. But I also know he loves me… and I want to try to fix it. He’s coming home.”
I swallowed hard.
“Sweetie… this started as our mess, not yours. I may not love how it began, but it’s your life. I respect your choice.”
She exhaled.
“Thanks, Mom. That’s what I needed.”
