I reached out and touched the badge. “You did this.”
Grant’s lip trembled. “Yeah.”
I blinked hard. “You scared me half to death.”
“Mom. I’m sorry.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
The tears came anyway. Because my worst kid had done something good. Because my hardest kid had tried.
“I thought you were gone,” I said, and my voice broke.
Grant’s face crumpled. He stepped in and hugged me, careful at first, then tight.
“I’m here,” he said into my hair. “I’m here.”
Behind us, Sarah’s voice softened. “Mom. I’m sorry.”
“We wanted it to be perfect.”
Mark’s voice cracked. “We all are.”
Jason cleared his throat. “Yeah. We messed up.”
Eliza hugged my side like she was little again. “We wanted it to be perfect.”
“There’s no perfect,” I said, wiping my cheeks. “There’s just showing up.”
