Mom Wanted None of It—At First.
“He has no right,” she snapped. “He left.”
“He’s not asking for anything,” I said quietly. “Just one chance. For Marcus.”
There was a long silence.
Finally, she said: “Then I meet him. First.”
She did.
They talked.
It wasn’t warm. But it was civil.
When she came out of the café, her expression unreadable, she looked down at Marcus and said:
“He can come over Sunday. For dinner.”
