Elena
“So,” Carol drags out. “What’s going on between you two?”
I rub my forehead, not sure what to say. We were just making out… does that mean we’re back together? “I’m not sure.” My sights zero in on a little boy with bright green eyes, shaggy brown hair, and a crooked smile inside a golden frame on the side table of the sofa.
Compared to Mike’s childhood stories that he’s shared with me - this little boy looks very happy. It must have been before his dad left…
“Well, I’m just glad you two are talking again and from what I can tell, you’ve forgiven him.” The optimism in her voice is crystal clear.
“I guess I have,” I wonder to myself. When did I forgive him? Maybe I should actually tell him that I have forgiven him. It must have been when he told me the truth about why he didn’t
