He hadn’t known she’d tried to mend the distance between them. He hadn’t known she regretted the years of silence. Her unfinished paperwork spoke louder than any legal document ever could. I listened as he vented—waves of guilt, sorrow, and resentment tumbling out in a rush. Only when he paused did I tell him gently that her letter was never meant to wound him. It was simply the only safe way she knew to share her truth. There was no secret betrayal, no favoritism—only the things she had hoped he would understand before it was too late.
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