Forgiveness had become a complicated word, and I was not willing to give it away merely because Kyle had finally asked a difficult question.

PART 21

A few weeks later, Kendall came to my new apartment carrying a casserole dish.

I had moved out of Marisol’s duplex after finding a two-bedroom rental near the community center.

The rooms were small, the floors creaked, and the kitchen window opened onto a narrow courtyard.

I loved it.

Kendall stood in the doorway until I invited her in.

She had left Brandt Development and was taking courses in bookkeeping ethics while looking for another job.