Months earlier I might have insisted that my sister deserved to be heard because she’d apologized.

Now I understood an apology did not entitle its author to immediate access to the person hurt.

When Jenna finally read it weeks later, she folded it carefully.

“That’s the first true thing Brooke’s said to me in a long time,” she murmured.

She still didn’t want contact.

I respected that.

PART 24

Spring arrived, and the first warm day surprised us while we were walking near a neighborhood park.