Not as the sisters we used to be. Those versions of us were long gone. But as two women who had been broken and pieced themselves back together, who learned that healing doesn’t erase pain — it reshapes it.
Forgiveness didn’t happen in a single moment. There was no dramatic reconciliation. It came slowly, through actions repeated over time. Not forgetting. Not pretending. Just planting something new where something old had been burned down.
It was something stronger — honest, resilient, earned.
She changed. I changed. And somehow, that was enough.
