Mara’s heart flew into a flutter. Would he agree to meet her? Would he hate her, after meeting her? She didn’t have the strength to say more. But she made his other mother promise that she would only tell him that somebody wanted to discuss the necklace with him.
They arranged a meeting in a neutral place—a quiet café on the edge of town. Mara arrived early, her stomach in knots. Every sound of the door opening made her glance up, expecting, dreading, hoping. She wondered what he’d look like up close, after all this time.