Her apology offered a bit of comfort, but the damage was already done. “I know, Emily. But sometimes, sorry isn’t enough. Actions speak louder than words.”
After hanging up, Richard felt a small sense of relief. Maybe this would be a wake-up call for her.
Weeks passed, and Richard tried to focus on other things, but thoughts of Emily kept nagging at him. One evening, as he sat in his living room looking at old photo albums, there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find Emily standing there, tears in her eyes.
“Gramps, can I come in?” she asked softly.
“Of course, Emily,” Richard replied, stepping aside.
She sat on the couch, her hands trembling. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, Gramps. About everything. You’re right. I was selfish. I didn’t consider your feelings or the importance of what you wanted. I’m so sorry.”
Richard took her hands in his. “I’m glad to hear that, Emily. I love you so much, and I just want you to understand that family is everything.”