Maggie sighed wearily and gave me a sad but affectionate smile. “You’re a sweet, sweet girl. But I just don’t know if I have that in me.” She pulled away and left the shop before I could reply.

I stared after her, slightly shocked she’d confided in me. Neither of us had expected such an intense moment in our short encounter. I felt melancholy for Maggie and Annie, and I really hoped Maggie found the strength to do what was right.

Yet I also felt a weight lifting off my shoulders.

When I returned to the States, the first thing I would do was meet with my mom and tell her that although she’d hurt me over the years, I knew she was a good person, that I would always love her, and I would always forgive her.

She was my mom.

•   •   •

Although I kept to my promise and didn’t tell anyone about the words Maggie and I exchanged, I did tell Roane that she’d confided in me. He, unlike me, was unsurprised.

“How does it not surprise you? The woman opened up to me: a passing acquaintance. I mean, I told her a little about Mom, but I hadn’t expected the reaction I got,” I’d said as I relayed the encounter to him hours later.

“People sense your kindness and they trust you for it, Evie. They tell you things.” He’d cuddled me close on the sofa. “And I’m glad you feel better about your mum.”

“Thanks.” I snuggled deeper into him. “There’s a lot to forgive, though.”

“She can’t help her addiction,” he reminded me gently.

“True. But it’s how it made her act. Selfish and deceitful. I can’t abide liars because of her. She used to hide her drinking from me and lie about it. She even stole money out of my wallet to buy gin and lied about that too. And then there was how she missed important moments in my life because she was passed out on a bathroom floor somewhere.” I’d sighed, frustrated with myself for getting upset all over again. “I have to let it go. I’m starting fresh with her. It’s a risk I’m willing to take again.”

Roane had been extremely quiet after that, and I realized as we went to bed that I’d spoken of returning to Chicago to have the conversation with my mother. However, I hadn’t specified whether the trip would be one-way or not.

I wondered if it concerned him.

While it was on my mind to discuss it with him, somehow life just got in the way over the next few days. We were both busy with work; moreover, I’d offered to help Caro with the cupcakes she was baking for a birthday event she’d booked. I’d closed the bookstore to help her in the kitchen as much as I could.