damage.
“I wanted to help you,” I told her. “I was planning to give you clothes when I no longer needed them.”
“I know.”
“You made me regret offering.”
Tara began crying.
“You weren’t wrong for offering. I was wrong for taking advantage.”
When she left, she didn’t ask me to forgive her immediately.
That mattered.
A few days later, Nick called.
“I’ve done everything you asked,” he said.
“You’ve started doing it,” I corrected.
“The money is paid. You have the statements. I’m going to counseling. What else do
