She froze when she saw me.
For a moment, neither ofus moved.
Then she walked over.
“Margaret,” she said.
“Jessica,” I replied.
Silence stretched between us, heavy and awkward.
“I… I wanted to say I’m sorry,” she said finally. “For what I said at the airport. It was cruel. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
I looked at her.
Really looked at her.
She’d aged, too.
Stress and financial pressure will do that.
“You’re right,” I said. “You shouldn’t have said those things.”
“I was just…” She swallowed. “I thought it would be nice for my mom to go. Ididn’t think you’d care that much.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You didn’t think I’d care that much about being replaced on a vacation I planned and paid for?” I asked. “About being told my grandchildren love someone else more?”
She looked down.