“You made mistakes.”
His composure finally broke. Tears spilled down his face.
“I don’t deserve this,” he said in a strained voice.
“Maybe not before, but now you do,” I replied softly. “Especially for your daughter.”
“May I?”
I understood what he meant. I nodded.
We hugged.
“I don’t deserve this.”
It wasn’t the kind of hug that erased the past, but the type that acknowledged it.
When he pulled back, his shoulders looked lighter. “I won’t waste this.”
“I know.”
And as we left the school together, I felt like a woman who’d chosen what to do with her power. And for the first time in two decades, the memory of that incident didn’t cause me distress.
It gave me closure.
I felt like a woman who’d chosen what to do with her power.
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