She tucks her feet under her and pulls a blanket over her legs before taking my hands. She holds them in hers and just stares at me for a moment, smiling. “My dear Charity, you have no idea how happy I am that you are back in Brandon’s life.” I’m not sure how to respond for a moment. “Thank you for saying that. It still doesn’t feel like this is all really happening. It’s certainly not something I ever imagined,” I confess. “I can’t say that I knew this would happen, but I hoped. You have no idea how miserable he was when he left,” she says. She looks down at our hands. “He had some pretty dark times. Of course, I’m sure you did too.” I nod, trying not to let those emotions overcome me. “Did you know he was going to break it off?” I’m not sure it’s truly appropriate to ask, but the question is suddenly blaring at me and I can’t ignore it. “No, honey, not until afterwards.
