I found a job. Front desk at a community center. They don’t care about my Instagram. I’m coaching a kids’ class on Saturdays. It’s not the same, but it’s something.

Thank you for not letting me stay in that aisle.

I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just wanted you to know I’m trying.

— K

I didn’t write back.

There was nothing to say.

But I kept the letter.

And sometimes, late at night, when the apartment was quiet and Lily was asleep, I’d take it out and read it again.

Track Sleep

 

Not because I forgave her.

But because it reminded me that people could change.

Even the ones who’d built their lives out of glass.

Even the ones who’d thrown the stones.

Even me.

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