Page 68 of If You Come Back To Me (If You Come Back To Me 1)

Things had improved between Brigit and Mari since she had moved to Chicago, obtained a position with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and married Marc. Rylee had been born four-and-a-half weeks ago, and a granddaughter had certainly made Brigit warmer, at times reminding Mari of the woman she used to know. However, Brigit still became tight-mouthed when any mention of The Family Center was made. That was why Mari was shocked Colleen had persuaded her mother to come.

Mari glanced uncertainly at Marc as they came back from dropping their salt into the fountain. He gave her a small smile of encouragement, and her love for him swelled. He’d been so supportive of everything she’d done with The Family Center. She knew he felt bad that his mother kept up a silent opposition to the project.

Father Mike said a few closing words and a prayer, and everyone started to depart. There was a reception following the ceremony in The Family Center. Mari should get inside there to help.

Instead, she stood. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered to Marc.

Brigit and Colleen were standing in preparation to leave when Mari approached. She still held a sleeping Rylee in one arm, but she extended her other hand.

“Brigit,” she said softly.

Brigit seemed confused, but she hesitantly took Mari’s hand.

She led her mother-in-law to the podium that stood in the front. Everyone was milling about or departing, their attention elsewhere, but she sensed Marc’s gaze on her like a reassuring touch. She nodded at the gold bowl containing the salt.

“Take some, Brigit.”

Brigit stiffened at her words.

“This ceremony is for the survivors of substance abuse,” Mari spoke quietly. “That’s what you are, Brigit. That’s what this place is about. It’s about making a future despite the pain of the past.”

She saw Brigit’s throat convulse. For a second, Mari worried she was going to turn and walk away, but then Brigit reached with a trembling hand. Mari gave her a smile and led her to the edge of the lovely, new, stone-and-metal fountain.

Brigit held out her arm. The grains fell through her parted fingers like solidified tears. The hand that had released the salt found Mari’s. Mari felt Brigit’s flesh shaking next to her own. She tightly clasped Brigit’s hand before they turned away.

Mari and Marc stood in each other’s arms later. They stared out at the lake and the sinking sun. Almost everyone had left the reception at The Family Center. Marc had asked her to take a walk with him, and Colleen had happily agreed to watch her niece for a few minutes.

“Every time I think I couldn’t love you more you prove me wrong,” Marc said quietly from above her.

“I feel the same way about you.”

He grinned and lowered his head, nuzzling her nose. “I’m thankful you decided to take the leap, Mari.”

“It’s only half as scary with you next to me.”

“And twice as exciting.”

“Cocky,” she chastised softly. She went up on her toes and kissed her husband in the golden light of the setting sun.