Healing Old Wounds

Evelyn My eyes shot back to spot Jack standing at the doorway, and beside him, my very hesitant mother. Her uncertainty was a rare sight, but considering everything she had done, nearly ruining my relationship with Jacob, her hesitation was quite evident. Well...what else could I expect? After everything she'd done, it was obvious she'd be hesitant to face any of us, including me. However, for some reason, I didn't feel as angry as I should have. I couldn't find that deep-seated grudge or anger within me anymore. Where were they? Jack gently nodded at my mom, encouraging her as she stepped into the kitchen, her expression showing her doubts. "Can we talk, Evelyn?" She hesitantly asked, her voice barely above an whisper and her eyes requesting. I looked at my man, and his green eyes conveyed the same message my mind was telling me—I should talk. "Sure, Mom. We can talk," I said, my voice soft. I didn't know why I had no resentment towards her anymore, maybe because I had Jacob with me?