“You broke him. You know that, don’t you?”
Lia shook herself. Aunt Grace was staring at her and Lia wasn’t exactly sure for how long, or what all she had said. “I’m sorry. My mind drifted…”
“You broke his heart. Please don’t break it again.”
Her gaze caught Grace’s and held. “I would never do that.”
“Aunt Grace.” Lia scooted closer to the edge of her seat. “I loved him. I wanted to be with him, but he and I didn’t want the same things. I had pressure from my parents to get back to Chicago and job offers were waiting there. I was young and confused and…”
Grace put up a hand. “You’ve had twenty years to think about it. I hope you have. Did you make the right decision, Grace? Who knows? But the past is the past. What’s important now, is what you do next.”
Suddenly, Ron’s voice was in her ear. What have we been doing for the past six years, Lia, if we are not going to move this relationship forward? What are you going to do now?
And Alice’s. I know the main reason your marriage failed was because Grant wasn’t Zach. And it’s why you and Ron haven’t gotten married.
Had she been shoving away the truth all these years because she was trying to make a life out of a years-old mistake?
“I have to go.” Lia stood, looking down at Grace.
“You have to do what you think best, dear.”
“Can I get an Uber out here?”
Grace nodded. “Damn newfangled technology that I don’t understand—but yes, so they tell me.”
Lia was grateful. “I’m sorry to leave so abruptly. Please tell Zach that I’ll see him later.” She turned and headed for the door.
She turned back. “Yes?”
“Is that all you want me to tell him?”
Nodding, she said, “Yes. I have some things to figure out and I need to do it alone.” Then, she rushed back and gave Grace a hug. “Thanks for being hard on me. I could always count on you to not pull punches. Thank you for opening my eyes.”
Grace squeezed her hand. “Go figure out your life, Lia. It’s the only one you have.”