Once her name is off the house, everything becomes easier.
Three months later, I received another surprise.
Elaine came to visit.
She brought a beautiful white baby blanket she’d knitted herself.
Then she placed a small envelope on my kitchen table.
Inside was a check.
“What’s this?” I asked.
She sat beside me.
“Money I saved for Mark’s birthday gift. I’d rather give it to my grandchild.”
I began crying.
She took my hand.
“You may not want my son in your life anymore. I understand. But please don’t think his entire family agrees with what he did.”
Two months later, my daughter, Lily, was born.
Mark visited the hospital with my permission.
When he held her for the first time, tears rolled down his cheeks.
“I ruined everything,” he whispered.
I watched him carefully.
“Yes, Mark. You did.”
He looked at me.
“Can you ever forgive me?”