She nods.
“I don’t want that either.”
For the first time, I believe her a little.
When I leave, she hugs me at the door. I let her. It is stiff at first, then less so. Not forgiveness. Not return. But contact without demand.
That is enough for one day.
Dad never apologizes.
He sends practical texts through Mom for a while, then stops when I do not respond.continue reading …
