“Mom, can we talk?”
I stepped aside.
He followed me into the kitchen.
I offered coffee.
He declined.
Then he placed the box on the table.
“It’s lemon cake. Your favorite.”
I looked at it.
“Thank you.”
He sat down.
For several moments, neither of us spoke.
Then he said, “Cassandra thinks you owe her an apology.”
I stared at him.
“For what?”
“For embarrassing her during the reception.”
I folded my hands.
“Michael, did you come here to ask me to apologize?”
He looked uncomfortable.
“No. I came because I watched the longer video Rachel sent me.”
I waited.
He rubbed his forehead.
“I didn’t realize how bad it looked.”
I stared.
“Michael, you were standing beside me.”
“I know.”
“You watched her do it.”
He lowered his eyes.
“But when I saw it afterward, I noticed your face.”
I swallowed.
He continued.
