My Son Brought

to forgive her.

Because I was ready to stop being afraid.

“Merry Christmas,” she said stiffly.

I said nothing.

She exhaled. “Well. Are we speaking?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you’re calling to apologize to Caleb.”

The silence that followed was almost impressive.

Finally, she said, “I’m sorry he felt hurt.”

There it was.

The fake apology.

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