call. Rowan was frightened. And I made your labor seem less important because I wanted my son beside me.”
Her eyes filled.
“That was selfish.”
No one spoke.
Then she added:
“I don’t expect forgiveness today.”
I believed her.
Maybe because she didn’t ask for it.
“I appreciate you saying that,” I replied.
After she left, Rowan stood beside Leo’s bassinet for a long time.
“Do you forgive her?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you forgive me?”
I looked at him.
“I don’t know.”
He nodded.
The answer hurt.
