She covered her mouth.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“I believe you. But it still happened.”
Josh moved his chair closer to Megan.
“We can’t keep pretending everything is fine,” he said. “We need to talk about this properly. And I need to be more involved instead of leaving everything to you.”
Megan nodded.
“I think I need some help getting past it.”
“Then we’ll find you some,” he said.
I didn’t tell her everything would be fine by morning.
It wouldn’t.
Nine months of distance couldn’t disappear in one conversation.
She returned carrying him in his light shirt.
His arms were uncovered.
She sat beside me, looking nervous.
Then she asked, “Would you like to hold him?”
I almost cried.
Instead, I held out my hands.
“Of course.”
Finn came willingly, resting against me as if there had never been anything unusual about Grandma holding him.
