you weren’t good enough for my son.”
Barbara bent down and picked up one of Chloe’s tiny socks.
“I spent years thinking you weren’t good enough for my son.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“That’s a lovely thing to admit in my kitchen.”
Barbara laughed.
“I know.”
Not because Eric had changed overnight.
“And?”
She rolled the little sock between her fingers and looked toward Chloe.
“Now I’m wondering whether my son was ever good enough for you.”
I smiled.
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