His words sat in my chest like a warm weight. I’d spent half my life carrying anger — sharp, righteous, heavy. But watching my son, I realized forgiveness isn’t about making excuses. It’s about freeing yourself from the story someone else wrote for you.
Liam took it gently, shaking his hand. No anger. Just peace.
And for the first time in nearly twenty years, I felt that same peace too.
The Life We Built
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