I went.
We sat in silence until she set her cup down and looked me in the eye.
“Quill,” she said, voice trembling just a little, “I owe you an apology.”
I waited.
“I was wrong about you. I thought I was protecting my son, but I was cruel instead. When you spoke that day… I saw how much grace you have. More than I ever showed you.”
She looked down. “You make Tier happy. Really happy. That’s all that should have mattered.”
I didn’t forgive her that day. Some things take longer. But I told her thank you, and I meant it.
Things didn’t turn into a fairy tale. We’re not best friends. But the poison is gone. What we have now is cautious, respectful, and real, and honestly, that’s more than I ever thought I’d get.
