“I forgive you,” Liam said softly. “For what you did to my mom. For what you didn’t do for me.”
The words landed like a quiet thunderclap. My father’s jaw barely moved, but something flickered in his eyes — maybe guilt, maybe sorrow.
Then he turned and walked back to the car. My throat burned, but I couldn’t say a word.
“I forgave him, Mom,” Liam said softly once we were inside. “Maybe it’s time you did too.”Continue reading…