“Hi… It’s me.
It’s Hannah.”
I didn’t even hear the rest. I dropped the phone and burst into tears! For seven years, I had prayed, begged the universe, made deals with God — all for this!
That one sentence! That voice!
I called back instantly, hands shaking so badly I could barely hit the buttons.
She picked up on the second ring.
“Hi, Mom,” she said.
I didn’t know what to say. I was terrified of saying the wrong thing.
So I said the only thing I’d rehearsed over and over in my mind for years.
“I’m so sorry.”
She was quiet, and I feared she had hung up. But then I heard her voice again, thick with emotion.
“I’m sorry too.”
We didn’t jump into the past right away.
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