Tears rolled down Lydia’s cheeks.
“I don’t understand.”
She looked down at the letter again, shaking her head.
“I can’t accept this.”
She slowly pushed the envelope back across the desk.
“I bullied you. I humiliated your mother. If anyone deserves this, it’s not me.”
I slid the envelope back toward her.
“Lydia. I carried that hallway with me for years,” I said quietly. “But if I let it decide who deserves a chance, I’d be just like the people who laughed.”
Her face crumpled.
For a long moment, she just sat there crying.
