When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

us neat forgiveness.

“I thought you let me go,” he said.

The words were gentle.

That made them worse.

“I tried not to.”

“I know that now.”

I pressed a tissue to my eyes.

“I should’ve tried harder.”

“You were one foster mother in a system with too many doors.”

“That sounds kind, but it doesn’t absolve me.”

“No,” he said. “It just tells the truth.”

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