Chapter 14: The Bridge Over Broken Glass
On the morning of Eleanor’s release, Mark drove to the facility alone to pick her up. The heavy steel gates pulled open, and Eleanor stepped out into the crisp autumn morning, carrying a single canvas bag of personal belongings.
She looked older, her silver-blonde hair cut short and simple, but her posture was steady and her eyes were clear.
Mark stepped out of the car. For a long moment, mother and son simply stood looking at each other across the asphalt, five years of pain and reconciliation hanging in the air between them.
Then Mark walked forward and opened his arms. Eleanor collapsed into his embrace, weeping quietly against his shoulder as Mark held her tightly.
“Welcome home, Mom,” Mark whispered.
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“I’m so sorry, Mark... I’m so sorry,” she breathed.
“I know,” Mark said softly. “It’s over now. Let’s go home.”
