He lifted the sheet and read another of his mother’s letters. He’d been reading them for a few hours, starting back to ones she’d written months ago and moving forward to the last one that had landed on his desk just a few days before.It was shocking to see how much he’d missed when he was so utterly involved in himself. And how little he’d known his mother. He found her to be witty, interesting and wellversed in many things after all her ports of travel. Jeremy was bound and determined to write to her this afternoon. Not his usual scrawled, meaningless note that mentioned nothing about anything of import.Something that actually told her he was attentive to her.He lifted his gaze from her neatly written words. It was odd to suddenly examine one’s own life. But he had been doing just that since…well, since Penelope came into his life. And through her eyes he’d recognized just how selfish and pointless it had been. He had been.But when he approached her, Penelope had believed he was capable of change.
