Chapter 14 - The Reunion
When the spring thaw finally melted the mountain snow, I decided it was time.
I called Marcus and invited him to the cabin for a weekend visit.
When he pulled up in a beat-up, rusty sedan, my heart swelled with pride.
He stepped out of the car wearing cheap jeans and work boots.
His hands were calloused, his face was weathered, but his eyes were clear and bright.
He walked up the porch steps and stopped, looking at me with pure humility.
"Hi, Mom," he said softly.
I didn't say a word.
I just walked forward and wrapped my arms tightly around my son.
He hugged me back with a desperate, crushing grip, burying his face in my shoulder and weeping quietly.
"I'm so sorry," he repeated over and over.
"I know," I whispered, patting his back.
"You're home now."
We spent the weekend fishing by the lake and talking by the fire.
He told me that the divorce was finalized, and Chloe had already blown through the new guy's money.
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I didn't care about Chloe anymore.
She was just a painful lesson that we had both finally survived.
