"Of course," she said, wiping at her own eyes. She pulled a pen out of her purse, scrawling her number onto a napkin. "And I have no plans to go anywhere, not for a long while yet. I promise. For whatever that's worth to you."
Isaiah stood slowly, walking around to the other side of the table. God, he'd grown up missing his mother and not knowing her hardly at all, and now here she was, right in front of him. She smiled at him, and he folded himself into her arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.