For the first time, I wondered whether our separation had resulted from decisions made around us, messages that never reached their destination, and circumstances neither of us fully understood.
I looked at the children again.
Then at Evelyn.
Whatever the truth was, I knew I needed to hear her entire story and understand the facts before reaching any conclusions.
The business meeting that had seemed so urgent an hour earlier suddenly felt far less important.
That flight delay had not given me the morning I planned.
Instead, it had given me something I never expected:
a chance to finally understand what had happened six years earlier.
