“Maybe not before, but now you do,” I replied gently. “Especially for your daughter.”
“May I?”
I understood what he meant. I nodded.
We hugged.
It wasn’t the kind of hug that erased the past, but the kind that acknowledged it.
When he stepped back, his shoulders seemed lighter. “I won’t waste this.”
“I know.”
And as we walked out of the school together, I felt like someone who had chosen what to do with her power.
For the first time in twenty years, the memory of that day didn’t hurt anymore.
It finally gave me closure.
