who hurt me.
Not this time.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” she admitted, voice cracking. “I was angry. You were being difficult.”
“Being difficult,” I echoed. “You called me unnecessary on purpose.”
“I was hurt,” she shot back. “You were turning everyone against me, planning your own Christmas.”
“I planned my own Christmas because you uninvited me from yours,” I said calmly. “I didn’t turn them against you. I just stopped hiding what you did.”
We stared at each other.
Years of unspoken things hung between us.
Finally, she whispered, “
