moment, we looked at each other awkwardly.
Then we sat down.
“I want to thank you for coming,” she said.
I nodded.
She took a deep breath.
“I’ve been thinking about what you told me. About not having to earn the right to ask for help.”
I waited.
“I wish I had believed you.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but she continued.
“I was so ashamed of my situation that I convinced myself everyone would judge me. I kept thinking that if I could fix everything before anyone found out,
