Then I looked around my new, quiet, sun-filled house, and for the first time in two years, I let myself imagine a future that belonged to me.
PART 4
I did not ambush my son. I am not a cruel woman, whatever that family taught me to doubt about myself.
I simply invited them to dinner. “I’ve found my own place,” I told Todd on the phone, keeping my voice light. “I’d like you all to come see it. Saturday.”
I gave him the address and listened to the silence on the other end.
“Mom,” he said slowly. “That’s… that’s Willow Creek Lane.”
“Is it?” I said. “Six o’clock. Bring the children.”
They arrived Saturday in their SUV, and I watched from the wide front porch, the one Megan had dreamed about, as they pulled up to the house they had lost and realized, slowly, together, that the car in the driveway was my car.
