Her eyes filled. “That’s… different.”
“Yeah,” I said. “It is.”
She grabbed her keys.
“I’m going to my place,” she said. “Alone. I need time.”
She hugged me on her way out—quick, tight, real. Both Marks left quietly after.
About ten days later, her name lit up my phone.
“Mom,” she said, “I’ve made a decision.”
My heart pounded. “Okay. I’m listening.”
“I meant what I said when you first met him,” she said. “I’m not letting my life be defined by your high school breakup. I’m furious. I feel betrayed. But I also know he loves me, and I want to try to fix it. He’s coming home.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Sweetie,” I said, “you’re right. This started as our mess, not yours. I want you safe and happy. I may not love how it began, but it’s your life. I respect your choice.”
She exhaled, shaky. “Thanks, Mom. That’s what I needed.”
And for the first time, I felt like I could face my past without fear.
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