I came back from a business trip, and the first thing my seven-year-old son said was, “Don’t go into my room.” Of course, I went in anyway.

we fear finding are not secrets meant to destroy us.

Sometimes, they are truths waiting until we are strong enough to open the door.

So here is the real question: When the person who broke your heart returns carrying the truth you were denied, do you shut the door on the years you lost, or open it just enough to discover what might still be saved?

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