Logan Airport
“Hi, Meredith,” came the voice on the other end of the line. “It’s me. Connor.”
Connor. She’d wondered if he’d give her a call or if he, like so many others, was ready to put distance between himself and her.
Meredith let out her breath. Her hands were sweating more than she wanted to admit as she fumbled in her purse for her hands-free set. “Hi, Connor.” She didn’t try to mask the tiredness in her voice. Didn’t try to put on a show to alleviate any guilt he felt. The two had been close once. Even dated a few times. Things might have gotten more serious if they hadn’t both realized how significantly Connor’s position as a divorced dad of two would compromise Meredith’s ministry.
Connor sounded as weary as Meredith felt. “Listen, I just wanted to let you know how sorry I
