When Caleb saw the small woman with gray-streaked hair sitting in the coffee shop, he felt like a teenage boy again. He hadn't seen Stephanie Finley since Daniel's death, and although she'd aged, she had somehow remained the handsome woman he remembered.
He walked up to her table and, not sure what to say, waited for her to notice him.
"Caleb!" Stephanie rose and enveloped him a tight hug. "Oh my word, look at you! You're so tall. And wearing that uniform? Sit, sit. How are you?"
Caleb had played over and over in his mind how this encounter would go after he'd replied to Stephanie's email. He'd expected, at the very least, a cold reception from her, if not outright antagonism. He'd practiced his apology more times than he could count, and he'd envisioned all manner of things. Stephanie
