A woman thinks back on a memory from her marriage that ended 10 years earlier and finds herself climbing a tree in the yard of her old home. She's at the wedding of her daughter, and that celebration juxtaposed with the obvious failure of her own marriage makes this story sad and honest and oddly hopeful. Her ex-husband arrives, tries to woo her down from the tree, and there's a moment when she is vulnerable again and the reader sees that perhaps that is what she'd lost that maybe destroyed their marriage.
Still, there is hope even if the woman doesn't see it. The story concludes with an embrace. It's nice to think that the ruins of a marriage can end that way.