About nothing.
We laughed. We cried. We watched the rain fall outside her window, and she told me how she used to wonder if I liked storms, too.
It wasn’t perfect.
She had made choices I wouldn’t have made. But I also saw the fear she lived with. The heartbreak of a teenage girl who gave up her baby because she thought it was the most loving thing she could do.
And in that moment, I forgave her.
Not because she asked.
But because I saw her—not as the woman who gave me away, but as the woman who never stopped loving me in secret.
We Built Something New
She lived another three months after that night.
They were quiet, precious months.
