“You’d do that?”
“For Lily,” I said. “And because accountability should lead to growth.”
He broke then, tears spilling freely.
“I don’t deserve this.”
“Maybe not before,” I replied. “But now you do.”
We hugged — not to erase the past, but to acknowledge it.
As we left the school, I realized something had shifted inside me. Power isn’t just the ability to deny. It’s the ability to decide who you become when given the chance.
For the first time in twenty years, the memory of that day didn’t sting.
It felt resolved.
So tell me — was I right to make him relive it publicly? Or did I cross a line?
Let’s talk about it.
