Liv surprised me too. She admitted she’d mistaken my distance for indifference, assuming I’d already let him go. Instead of a villain, I saw a woman just as afraid of being unwanted as I was. We didn’t fix decades in an afternoon, and the will didn’t magically heal the wound. But in that fragile, awkward honesty, we stopped fighting over a legacy of things and started building a legacy of being brave enough to stay at the table.
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