Of laughter. “Sorry doesn’t change the past, Miles. It doesn’t undo the hours of planning, the dreams or the hurt. Or the years of silence.” Her gaze flickered to her sleeping children. “Or the responsibility you left behind.”
Miles looked down, his heart heavy with the weight of his past decisions. “I know I can’t change what I did, Elena. But I want to try and make things right, if you’d let me.”
Elena’s eyes met his, searching for sincerity. “You think you can just walk back into my life and theirs?” She nodded toward the stroller. “Because I’m not sure it’s that simple anymore.”
