Linda’s agreement
Linda, wary but cooperative, agreed to a dinner at my house. ‘It’s for the best, for the kids,’ she said, her tone measured.
I felt a sense of progress. ‘Thank you, Linda. I appreciate you understanding,’ I replied. We set a date and time, hoping this dinner would pave the way for healing.
The anticipation of having my family under one roof again filled me with both hope and anxiety, but it felt like a step in the right direction.