The whole room went silent when my ex-wife walked through the front door carrying a gift box almost as big as our daughter.
I was 47 by then, and I hadn’t seen Melissa in 12 years.
Not in person, not once.
She looked around my living room as if she expected someone to welcome her.
The whole room went silent.
Then she smiled at Ethel.
« Ethel, I’m your mother. I brought you the kind of gift every girl dreams of. And I’m ready to be your mom again. »
I actually thought I’d misheard her.