After My Father’s

you were wrong about some things too.”

The room did not punish me for saying it.

That felt like freedom.

I folded the letter and put it away.

Then I wrote one of my own.

Not to Miles.

Not to the press.

To the future version of myself who might one day forget what this season had taught me.

Carrie,

Do not confuse peace with permission.

Do not confuse charm with continue reading …