“I’m Robert, and this is my wife Margaret. Please, come inside. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
Margaret hugged me right there on the porch, which caught me off guard. “Thank you for coming,” she said softly. “Thank you for everything.”
Inside, the house smelled like roast chicken and fresh bread. They led me to a dining room with a big wooden table already set for lunch. We sat down, and for a moment, nobody said anything. Then Robert cleared his throat.
“Ross, we need to tell you about our daughter Emily,” he began. “The woman you helped last week.”
Margaret reached over and took her husband’s hand, and I could see her eyes getting misty.
“Emily was in a bad marriage,” Robert continued. “Her husband was controlling and manipulative. He isolated her from us for almost two years, and we barely saw our grandson, Daniel, during that time. But something shifted in her recently. She found the courage to leave him.”