“Can I walk you to the car?”
Grandma hesitated.
Then she nodded.
They walked slowly together.
I followed behind.
At the car, Dad stopped.
“Mom.”
She turned.
“I’m sorry.”
She looked at him.
“I believe you.”
He looked surprised.
“But forgiveness?”
Grandma shook her head.
“That takes time.”
Dad nodded.
“I understand.”
He stepped back.
