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It was the raw, uncertain face of a person standing in the ruins of something she had built and beginning to understand that the ruins were her own doing.
“Forgiveness will take time,” I said. “But I’m willing to try.”
She nodded. She did not push for more. That restraint, small as it was, felt like progress.
Months passed. The new pattern held, imperfectly,continue reading …
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