AFTER THE FUNERAL, ONCE the mourners had left and Evie and Peter had gone upstairs to pack, Ann sat alone in the living room and made a decision. She couldn’t go back and change the past, but she could try to take charge of her future. It had been over a year since she had last seen Adam, and six months since he had refused to accept her call.
This time she would try him at home.
She looked at her watch. Her hand hesitated over the receiver. This was the moment of truth. Did she have the courage to reach out for whatever chance she might have remaining for her happiness? It was a gamble, but she had to take it.
“Operator, I want to place a person-to-person call to New York … to Mr. Adam Gayne….”