Julia

As things were wrapping up—or so I hoped—my phone vibrated. “Excuse me.”

The text message was from Margaret.

“Mom and I are on our way. I hope you’re not upset. The decision is yours. Please know it’s from her heart.”

Shaking my head, I tried to decipher the strange message.

I looked at Van first. “Margaret and Paula are on their way.”

“Mrs. Mayhand.” ...