A Reunion Fourteen Years in the Making
Before Margaret could say another word, Emma reached through the small window and wrapped her arms around her. Margaret froze in shock for just a moment, then hugged her back tightly.
“You came back,” Margaret whispered shakily.
“I told you I would.”
For a long moment, neither of them spoke at all. The noise of the city seemed to fade gently around them. Even the rain seemed to quiet.
Finally Margaret pulled back, wiping at her wet eyes with the corner of her apron.
“Just look at you,” she said softly. “You are all grown up.”
Emma laughed gently through her tears. “And you still make the best hot dogs in the whole city of New York.”
Margaret smiled, her old laugh lines deepening.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart? And whose fancy car is that out there?”
Emma glanced back at the black vehicle parked by the curb. “It is mine.”
Margaret blinked in surprise. “Yours?”
Emma nodded gently.
“I have been looking for you for almost two years now.”
Margaret stared at her in complete disbelief. “You searched for me?”
“I never forgot you.”
