“You set the rules.”
Evelyn looked at the chicken, potatoes, and careful portions.
“I’m sorry you had to live like this.”
“Don’t apologize for my table. We survived.”
“Then what should I apologize for?”
“For making Frank choose, and for letting your pride stop you from looking.”
She accepted that without defending herself.
“I’m sorry you had to live like this.”
I served Emma another piece of chicken.
“Tell her something true about her father.”
Evelyn smiled.
“At 16, he gave away his winter coat and claimed he’d lost it. He found someone colder.”
