Hopeful for reconciliation
“Thank you for telling me, Alex,” she said softly, reaching out to touch his hand. For a brief moment, it seemed as though the walls between them might crumble.
He caught her gaze, his eyes filled with a strange mix of sorrow and longing. “I’m trying, Mom,” he admitted.
Her heart swelled with a cautious optimism, hoping this could be the start of healing old wounds.