Her eyes shone with emotion.
Then she suddenly reached forward and hugged me tightly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“My babies will never grow up ashamed.”
As she walked back toward the nurses’ station, I watched her greet a patient with a warm smile.
And for the first time since that hallway all those years ago, the memory didn’t hurt anymore.
Because sometimes the most powerful thing you can give someone isn’t revenge.
It’s a chance.
