My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

“maybe. But not by pretending nothing happened.”

Madison nodded. “Okay.”

It was not forgiveness. It was not reconciliation wrapped in music and tears.

It was a beginning with firm borders.

Six months after the party, my promotion became official. Director of Regional Operations. Higher salary. Real office. Real authority.

At the announcement meeting, Victor continue reading …