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“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
It was the first apology he’d offered in years without immediately asking for something.
I nodded.
“Thank you, Brandon.”
He stepped closer and hugged me.
For a moment, I held him as I had when he was little.
I loved him.
That had never changed.
But loving him didn’t mean returning to the old arrangement.
We still had work to do.
Trust would take time to rebuild.
Financial independence wouldn’t develop overnight. TrackInvestments
And there would be more difficult conversations.
But at least we were beginning to have honest ones.
After Brandon left, I made tea and sat beside the window Thomas had loved.
Our old maple trees were turning golden.
The house was quiet.
I reached for the blue jewelry box.
Inside rested the sapphire necklace I’d purchased for my sixty-ninth birthday.
