If you can find it in your heart… love her.
For me.
—Harold
I don’t know how long I sat there.
Minutes.
Maybe hours.
I cried until I had nothing left in me.
Not just for Harold.
But for the young man he once was.
The mistake he carried for a lifetime.
The daughter he never held.

When I finally stood up, something inside me had shifted.
The pain was still there.
But it wasn’t the only thing anymore.
Outside, the sky was beginning to darken.
I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone.
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