Three months later, a legal envelope arrived.
They wanted me to forfeit my share of the estate.
At the kitchen table, Ellis and I read it together.
I didn’t blink.
The next morning, I mailed back a letter.
“I forgive you. Not for your sake—for mine.
Thank you for teaching me how to stand alone.
But I won’t sign away my truth.”
Life Without Apology
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