It was a reply from George. I think that sounds good. I’ll be there tonight. Relief washed over her as she read his message. He was willing to do this. Maybe, just maybe, this could be a new beginning for all of them.
Later that evening, George arrived at Margaret’s house, looking slightly nervous but smiling warmly when he saw Emily at the door. “Hey, I made it. Hope I’m not too late,” he said, a slight chuckle in his voice. Emily smiled back.
“You’re just on time. Come on in.” The three of them sat down to dinner in the cozy dining room. Margaret had made one of Luke’s favorite meals, a small gesture of comfort in the midst of so many unanswered questions.
The air was thick with anticipation, but also with an unspoken understanding—this was more than just a meal. This was about reconciliation, about finding a connection that had been lost for so long. After the first few bites, the conversation began to flow more easily. George asked Emily about her life, about her time with Luke, and about their shared memories.