the reason we were here.
Finally, Olivia set down her cup and looked at me directly.
“I owe you an apology,” she said.
I waited.
“For years, I treated you like you were… less. Like your life was a failure because it didn’t look like mine. I never asked what you were actually doing. I never tried to understand. I just assumed.”
She took a breath.
“And at continue reading …
