The truth was that she’d been hiding a mistake she couldn’t forgive herself for.
And in trying to protect herself from judgment, she’d kept us all at a distance.
I looked down at Finn’s uncovered arm.
The scars were still there.
Maybe they always would be.
But they weren’t the first thing I noticed anymore.
I saw his bright eyes, his curious smile, and the way he wrapped his little fingers around mine.
Across the room, Megan looked over and smiled.
For the first time since Finn was born, neither of us seemed afraid of what the other might be thinking.
And I finally felt like his grandmother.
