After a long pause, I said quietly, “Maybe now he knows what it’s like to be powerless.”
She flinched at that.
Then, after a long moment, she nodded.
“Maybe he does.”
We stood there a bit longer, the silence stretching between us like a chasm.
“Take care of yourself,” I said finally.
She looked at me, eyes glassy.
“Do you really want this to be the end?”
I met her gaze.
“It already ended. I’m just choosing peace now.”
I opened the door and stepped back inside.
She stayed there for a moment, her hand hovering as if she might knock again, then turned and walked slowly down the path toward her car.
I watched from the window as she got in and drove off.
Lucas looked up at me.
“Was that Grandma?”
“Yeah,” I said softly.
“Is she coming back?”
I thought about it for a moment, then shook my head.
