Eddy began crying. Will held her while watching me with mixed pride and pain.
“I’m sorry I deceived you,” I told Eddy softly. “But I needed to know that the family my son was marrying into would see him for who he is.”
“And we didn’t,” Farlow admitted quietly.
“We treated you like you were beneath us.”
“Yes,” I said. “You did.”
Marta covered her face.
“Oh God… Eddy, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
Eddy’s voice trembled.
“You were exactly who you’ve always been. I told you Will was kind and special, but all you cared about was money and status.”
Farlow stepped closer to her.
“We made a terrible mistake.”
“I love him,” Eddy said firmly. “If you can’t accept Will—accept us—then I don’t know what we’re doing here.”
The room filled with silence.
Then Marta surprised me.
She walked over to Will and looked him straight in the eye.
“I’m sorry. You deserved better from us.”
Farlow nodded slowly.
“We judged you based on appearances and assumptions. That was wrong. Completely inexcusable.”
Then Marta looked at me.
“You tested us—and we failed. But… can we try again? Can we start over?”
I turned to Will.
He was the one who mattered.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “We can try.”
