The Girl I Treated Poorly at Prom Arrived at Our Reunion in a Limousine – I Tried to Apologize, but What She Said After the Party Left Me in Tears

said softly. “She did something harder.”

“She showed me being sorry only matters if you stop hiding.”

Lottie touched my cheek.

“Then why are you crying?”

I kissed her hand.

“Because some people give you grace, and it weighs more than punishment.”

That night, I placed the hospital letter beside her medicine.

Mara hadn’t erased what I did.

She made sure I couldn’t continue reading …