Miller’s father looking at his son. “You ran away from her.” He points at him, and I just stand here.
“What’s going on right now?” I ask, hoping someone answers me.
“Miller thought it would be a good idea for us to have breakfast together,” Grandma Nancy says with a huge smile.
The oven beeps just then, making Sara turn to look at his dad. “The casserole is ready,” she says. “Sweetheart, let’s get the table set.” With a smile, he follows her into the kitchen.
“I have to say I’m a bit disappointed in you, Miller,” Grandma says, turning to follow his parents. “I thought after a whole month of not seeing each other that she would have trouble walking today. Or even limping.” She shakes her head.
“I’ll have you know she was.” With a shriek, I slap a hand over his mouth before he says something I don’t want my grandmother or his parents to hear. She throws her head back and laughs out loud as she walks to the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you invited my grandmother over,” I tell him, and he just shrugs.
“I figured you would be nervous as it is, so having someone else on your side wouldn’t hurt,” he says, and I just shake my head.
“Have I told you that I love you?” I ask him, and he bends to kiss me.
“I want to go change,” he says, pulling me with him into his bedroom. He puts the bag in the closet, and I walk over and toss my purse on the chair. Looking around, I see scraps of paper on his side table. Upon closer inspection, they are the notes I left him each time I left. I sit on the bed and open the first one.
“You kept them?” I look at him when he walks out of his closet, wearing jeans and a shirt.
“It was my last lifeline to you,” he says, sitting down on the bed next to me and wrapping his arms around me. “I would read them at night.”
I wipe the tear away from my eye and look at him. “I love you,” I say softly, and he leans in and kisses my lips softly.
“Knock, knock, knock,” his father says, sticking his head in the room.
“The food is on the table,” he says, looking at us. “Nancy just put her special brownies in the oven.”
I jump up at the same time that Miller jumps up. “Um,” I start to say.
“They smell very earthy,” he says, and I run out of the room to the kitchen.
Sara and Nancy stand there, laughing at something. “Oh, good, you guys are finally ready,” Grandma says. “I just put the brownies in.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” I say, shaking my head and walking to the oven. “Grandma,” I say to her. “How could you bring this here?”
“Why wouldn’t I bring them here? I took an Uber,” she says. “Plus, it’s to help you relax.”
“I am not eating these,” I say, pointing at the oven and then turn to see Sara just looking at me while Miller and his father join us.
“Um, Miller.” I say his name to get his attention. “Would you perhaps, I don’t know, Uber eats us some cupcakes or something?” I look at him wide-eyed, and he just nods.
“Wait,” Sara says. “Why can’t we eat the brownies?”
I look at Miller. “I told you this was going to be bad,” I tell him, and I blink away tears. He rushes over to me and puts his arm around me. “This is.”
“I don’t see what the fuss is all about,” Grandma says.
“Those are her special space cakes,” Sara says. “And I, for one, was excited for that.”
“I love your son,” I say. “Like a lot.” She just smiles at me, and Grandma Nancy puts her hands together in front of her mouth. “But I’ve been divorced, and I know it’s like I’m tainted. But I really do love him, and if I could go back …” I wipe away the lone tear that’s escaped from my eye.
It’s Sara’s turn now to throw her head back and laugh. “Honey, you aren’t tainted just because you got divorced.” She comes to me now. “No one is tainted. It just means they have to search a bit harder to find their missing lid.” I arch an eyebrow. “Every pot has a lid. Some are too big, and some are too small, but then you find the right one.” She pulls me in and whispers, “Thank you for loving him