As my daughter-in-law, Claire, invited me to lunch, I’ll admit I was surprised.
Our relationship had always been polite but distant.
She had married my son two years ago, and though I wanted us to be close, it always felt like she kept me at arm’s length.
“Let’s start fresh,” she said warmly as we settled into the booth of a cozy little café. “I think we’ve had some misunderstandings, and I’d really like us to move forward.”