I hadn’t expected kindness, hadn’t anticipated understanding from a stranger.
But there it was, a small light in the midst of uncertainty.
I thanked her, grateful for the reprieve, for the chance to breathe a little easier.
As I hung up, I realized the confrontation I feared wasn’t with the caterer or the venue.
It was with my own heart, with the choices I had to make about my son and our fractured relationship.
The weekend stretched out before me, a landscape of possibilities and uncertainties.
And I knew the real decision was yet to come.
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