Emma remained quiet.
Helena continued.
“There were times I thought about contacting him again. Then I would imagine the harm another visit might cause, and I would tell myself silence was kindness.”
She looked directly at Emma.
“But silence can also be cowardice.”
Emma felt the words settle between them.
The afternoon passed slowly.
There was no sudden embrace.
No emotional declaration that everything was forgiven.
When they finally stood to leave, Helena offered Emma the album.
“You can keep it,” she said. “If Sophie wants to see it, she can. If she doesn't, that's her decision.”
Emma accepted it.
“Thank you.”
Helena's eyes filled with tears.
“Do you think I might ever meet her?”
Emma answered carefully.
“I don't know.”
“I understand.”
“But I will tell her we spoke. And I will let her decide what she wants to do.”
Helena nodded.
“That is more than I have any right to expect.”
