And I wasn’t going to punish an eight-year-old for decisions adults had made around her.
“Would you like to meet them someday?” I asked.
Mia glanced at Lauren.
Then back at me.
“Yes.”
I nodded.
“Okay.”
That was all I was ready to promise.
When I came home, Ethan was waiting.
“You met her.”
“I did.”
Relief filled his face.