Right before my wedding day, I stopped by my future mother-in-law’s house. As I was leaving, I realized I had forgotten my cardigan

“Hi, Julian.”

“You look…” He paused. “Peaceful.”

“I am.”

He looked down. “I’m sorry.”

I nodded once. “I heard you.”

“I mean it.”

“I believe you.”

His eyes lifted with something like hope.

“But believing you does not reopen my life,” I said gently.

The hope faded, but he did not argue. Maybe that was the closest thing to growth he had available.

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