Regina stood there wringing her hands. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” she said, staring over at Sherri. “I can’t prove what happened that night. Just what I remember and how I felt. What if that’s not enough?”
Sherri walked over, placing her hand on Regina’s arm. “I don’t think it matters now. Your son wants to believe. He’s ready to believe. And for the first time since we arrived, his wife has shut the hell up.” She laughed softly. “If you ask me, that alone is worth the trip.” She squeezed Regina’s arm. “You’ve got this. Go say hello to your son. Meet your grandson. Call your daughter. Make up for lost time. Now’s your chance. Don’t walk away from it.”
Regina took a deep breath. “It’s just that I’ve waited so long.” She shrugged. “I’m kind of scared, you know?”
Smiling at the other woman, Sherri said, “I can understand, but you need to do this.”