That evening we sat around my kitchen table.
Noah happily ate a bowl of ice cream.
At one point Lily said,
“Dan must’ve stolen my sweater. He knew you shopped at that store cause I told him my life story.”
“So he was hoping I’d recognize it,” I said.
She nodded.
I reached across the table and took her hand.
“I’m sorry. For not listening that night and for making you feel like you couldn’t tell me the truth.”
Tears filled her eyes.
Just then Noah tugged my sleeve.
“Ice cream…”
I laughed through my tears.
“Of course.”
As I scooped another bowl, I looked at the two of them sitting at my table.
My daughter.
My grandson.
Three years of silence had finally ended.
And for the first time in a very long time, our family was beginning again.
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