“Maybe.”
I hung up before she could say anything else.
My hand trembled slightly as I lowered the phone.
Ace was watching me.
“You okay?” he asked.
I let out a slow breath.
“I don’t know.”
Honest.
Raw.
Real.
“She believed it,” I said quietly. “All of it.”
“I know.”
“And now she believes me.”
“Yeah.”
I shook my head slightly.
“That doesn’t fix anything. She never answered a letter she never wrote to me. I was all alone in a prison, and my mother ignored me.”
“No, it doesn’t fix anything,” he agreed. “Maybe it’s a start.”
Maybe.
Maybe it was, I didn’t think so.
Another knock hit the door.
Firm.
Not hesitant.
Ace’s entire posture shifted instantly.
Alert.
Controlled.
Protective.
“I’ll get it,” he said.
I didn’t argue.
Didn’t try to stop him.
Because now—