At My Son’s Celebration, My Sister-in-Law Took the Microphone

plain white envelope with my name typed clean in the center.

Inside was one page.

“Hannah,

You told me not to come back until I could be solid.

I should’ve been that from the beginning.

I wasn’t.

I’m writing because I finally am.

If Mason wants to know me, I’ll show up exactly as much as he’s comfortable with. If he doesn’t, I won’t force a place I didn’t continue reading …