Regina
The sincerity of his apology made me deeply uncomfortable. I didn’t know how to react. I was deeply, deeply aware that this man was not the same man I had divorced five years ago. Because that man would never have apologized to me. The old Jeff would have stood resolutely on his hill, died on it if necessary, even if he knew he was standing on the wrong landmass.
I swallowed hard. “You aren’t the same man you were back then,” I said with some difficulty. I wouldn’t have called him a boy, even then, but he was definitely a grown-up man now. He had matured, both physically and, it seemed, emotionally. I might have fallen out of love with the arrogant, bossy young man Jeff used to be, but I was falling in love with this gentle, humble Japheth.
“Jeff, I—” the words were right
