Evelyn's POV
I could not eat. The salad in front of me might as well have been cardboard.
Grace sat across from me at the restaurant, looking almost as nervous as I felt. "Thank you for agreeing to have lunch with me."
"Of course."
"I know things have been... difficult between us. And I want to change that."
I set down my fork. "Grace, you do not have to do this. You do not owe me anything."
"Yes, I do. I owe you years of kindness that I never gave. Years of support that I withheld because I was too proud and too foolish to see what was really happening."
"You thought you were protecting Richard."
"I was protecting the idea of who I wanted Richard to be. But that person never existed." Grace reached across the table and took my hand. "I am sorry, Evelyn. Truly, deeply sorry."
Tear
