Twenty years after disowning their pregnant teenage daughter, two parents walked into a café expecting forgiveness — and a chance to meet the grandson they’d pretended didn’t exist. But when she finally sat across from them, Emily didn’t cry, didn’t shout. Instead, she told them a truth so heavy it made both of them go silent mid-breath.
The café windows were fogged at the corners where the morning couldn’t quite warm the glass. Outside, a strip of late-spring rain stitched the parking lot into a gray quilt. Emily Sanders sat at a small round table near the back, hands wrapped around a mug that had long stopped steaming, watching two figures step … Read more
