Chapter 26 - SABRINA’S HAIR
Years later, at Bella’s wedding, I saw Sabrina across the room.
We had not spoken in six years.
Her hair was silver at the temples.
Beautifully styled.
No uneven sections.
Grace, twenty-seven, stood beside me.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“Want to leave?”
“No.”
Choice.
Sabrina approached only after Grace nodded permission.
She looked at my daughter.
“I’m sorry.”
Grace said:
“I know.”
Sabrina swallowed.
Then looked at me.
“I’m sorry to you too.”
I answered:
“I know.”
No hug.
No reunion.
At dinner, Bella wore her hair down.
Grace complimented it.
May you like
No one flinched.
That was enough.
