Instead, I stand silent, feeling the weight of her presence.
It’s a test, this visit, and I’m unsure what she seeks—whether it’s forgiveness, reconciliation, or something else entirely.
She holds a power over me without even trying, her departure years ago leaving a void that I’ve learned to navigate alone.
Every holiday, every missed birthday, every stilted phone call that followed—each one a reminder of the empty space she left behind.
And now she’s here, her sudden presence a reminder of the imbalance that’s always existed between us.
The silence stretches, thick and heavy, and I’m left questioning whether I’m ready to face the onslaught of emotions and questions her return will undoubtedly bring.
“I thought you might have changed,” she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper, as if acknowledging the years of distance between us.
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