…business trip. I was thinking, maybe we could meet up for lunch tomorrow.”

I stared at the phone, my heart pounding. It had been years since we’d had a real conversation. Danny had never understood why I clung to the club, to those men who had been my family. He’d always been embarrassed by the life I led, the sacrifices I’d made. Now, suddenly, after everything was gone, he wanted to connect.

I wiped the rain from my eyes and looked back at the wreckage. This clubhouse had been more than a home—it had been the thread that held me together after the war, after the losses, after the betrayals. And now, even my son was reaching out, but only because something was broken beyond repair.

The phone buzzed again.

I smiled softly to myself. Maybe there was hope for a future after all. Maybe it wasn’t too late to rebuild something. I typed a response.

“Let’s do it. Tomorrow at noon.”

Lesson: Sometimes, it takes losing everything to realize what truly matters—and sometimes, those you’ve pushed away will return when you least expect it.