Betty Lou’s eyes were wide with disbelief. She shook her head slowly. “Good gravy, I would think the same thing. Did he contact you after?”
“At the first opportunity, I texted him, asking if my eyes deceived me. I joked that God, in his infinite wisdom and crazy sense of humor, put us together in the unlikeliest of places, which must have meant something. A sign. I didn’t hear from him until a week later. He apologized, saying he couldn’t read my emails. He told me he was choosing his family over his own selfish needs, that this was not what God wanted,” Lela said, voice quavering, as she wiped away her tears with another one of the napkins Betty Lou handed her.
“Oh, honey. You loved him.” Betty Lou stood and wrapped her arms around Lela, who hugged her back.
“I do love him. Still,” she
