doesn’t require humiliating mine.”
She looked down.
“I know.”
Then she said something I wasn’t expecting.
“I think I was jealous.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Of what?”
“You.”
I almost laughed.
“Why?”
“You always seem like you have everything together.”
I looked back at Mom’s house.
“Brooke, you have no idea what it took to make everything look together.”
She started crying.
I didn’t hug her.
Not yet.
But I didn’t walk away either.
Sometimes forgiveness begins with simply staying long enough to hear the truth.
That night, I took
