It was a reply from George. I think that sounds good. I’ll be there tonight. Relief washed over her as she read his message. He was willing to do this. Maybe, just maybe, this could be a new beginning for all of them.
Later that evening, George arrived at Margaret’s house, looking slightly nervous but smiling warmly when he saw Emily at the door. “Hey, I made it. Hope I’m not too late,” he said, a slight chuckle in his voice. Emily smiled back.