His excitement reminded me of the boy he had been before the divorce changed everything.
“Then everyone it is.”
He hesitated before asking the question that landed like a stone in my chest.
“He’s still your father. Of course.”
My son nodded slowly.
“Okay. Thanks, Mom… Do you think he’ll actually come?”
I couldn’t answer.
Since leaving us for his mistress, Jordan had missed far too much of our children’s lives.
My son nodded anyway and hurried away, still clutching his list.
My daughter remained behind.
She studied me the way she watched storm clouds gathering over the ocean.
“You know he might bring her. If he comes.”
“I know.”
The truth was, I wasn’t ready.
