“I was so sure,” I admitted, watching the streetlights flash by. “I was so sure you were having an affair.”
He reached across the console and took my hand.
“I should have trusted you,” I said.
“And I should have been honest with you,” he replied. “We both messed up a little.”
We pulled into our driveway, our house dark and quiet. Caleb was right. Our place had been too quiet since the kids left for college.
“Do you think,” I started slowly, “that we could have them over sometimes?”
Caleb smiled, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s ask when we go back tomorrow.”
This wasn’t the ending I had feared. Instead, it was the beginning of something even more beautiful.
It was also a reminder that community can be just as important as family and that sometimes, a single chance meeting is all it takes to change someone’s life.
