“Come, I’ll take you home.”
I whispered, “For you, Nance. See how bright you still are?”
Neil joined me at the curb.
“Thank you for speaking up — for both of us,” I said. “I know nothing will change the fact that I laid my daughter to rest today, but at least I can let go of some of the guilt.”
For the first time in a week, the ache eased. It wasn’t forgiveness, but I could breathe. I didn’t blame myself anymore. The silence in my chest wasn’t empty for the first time — it was finally mine.
“For you, Nance. See how bright you still are?”
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