He smiled humbly.
-I will do that.
And this time I believed him.
Because sometimes true love is not about preventing a child from falling, but about letting them hit rock bottom so they can discover who they can become when there is no one left to blame.
I still live by the sea, my holding company intact, my safe locked, and my accounts well protected. But now, when I make coffee in the afternoons, I no longer do it with bitterness.
I do it with hope.
Because in the end I didn’t get my revenge.
