A key to a condo.

A bank account I understood completely.

A Christmas morning where nobody’s phone on the table made my stomach tighten.

Years later, that is still what I value most.

Not that Jonathan lost me.

Not that Samantha lost him.

Not that Eleanor chose “my side.”

The real ending is simpler.

I learned enough truth to make my own decision.

Then everyone else had to live with theirs.