walk back into their lives simply because guilt had finally become uncomfortable.
The first meeting happened at the counselor’s office.
Adam arrived carrying three gift bags.
Amara looked at them.
“What’s that?”
“Just some things I thought you might like.”
She didn’t take hers.
“You don’t know what I like.”
Adam froze.
She wasn’t being cruel.
She was stating a fact.
He put the bags down.
“You’re right.”
Andy sat with both hands inside his sweatshirt pocket.
Ashton had written questions in a notebook.
Of course he had.
The counselor told them they could ask anything.
Ashton went first.
“Did you ever see pictures of us?”
Adam nodded.
“A few.”
My head turned.
That was news to me.
“How?” I asked.
Adam looked uncomfortable.
“My sister found your public Facebook page years ago.”
I stared at him.
“You saw them growing up?”
“Sometimes.”
The room became very quiet.
Andy whispered, “
