“I wanted to say that for years,” Lydia continued. “But after high school, everyone went in different directions, and I never knew where you ended up.”
She shook her head slowly.
“And then yesterday you were standing in front of me. I’m not asking you to forgive me,” she added quickly. “I just didn’t want to walk out of here without saying it.”
She started to stand. “Thank you for letting me say that.”
“Lydia.”
She paused.
She started to stand.
I picked up a plain envelope from my desk and held it out.
“Before you go, open this.”
