Chapter 117

Mandy

Sitting across from Dalton is worth everything I've done to get to this point. Seeing him again is my present for all this pain I've endured, for the work I've accomplished, even when I haven't been sure if what I'm doing is working.

"You look really good." I smile, holding his hand tightly across the table.

What I wouldn't give to lay in his arms right now.

"You do too, babe. God I've missed you."

Those words make my soul feel lighter, they get rid of some of the doubt and punishment I've put on myself.

"How's Walker? I wish he could have come with you."

"He's good, doing much better since you wrote him that letter."

Our conversation flounders, and I know it's not because there isn't a lot to say. It's because we're nervous.

Which makes sense; the last time we saw each other, wasn't good for either one of us. One of the things I've realized in my therapy is I need to be the one to start the conversation.

"I'm sorry." I tilt my head to the side, pulling my