I could tell by the way Mom gripped the back of the kitchen chair that I’d surprised her. Setting a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses on the table, I slid into my seat. We’d just returned home from church – a practice Mom had not let me get out of, despite my reckless summer – and were about to sit down for lunch. “I’m glad,” she said, dropping into her own seat. “And surprised. I’d begun to think you never would.” “It’s still not easy.” I poured my drink and stared at the yellow liquid, afraid if I looked at her I’d start crying before the conversation even got going. “I’ve dreamed about him lately.” “Oh Zoe,” she whispered, reaching across the table to take my hand. I kept going. “And I realize that I need to forgive him so that I can go on with life.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked on the word. “I’m still really angry. I feel betrayed. But I also feel so guilty for the way I treated him. The things I said. Things I can never take back or apologize for because he’s gone.
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