I would never get an apology.

And I made my peace with that, because I had finally stopped needing anything at all from people who had never once seen me as real.

Chapter 31 — Reem’s Turn

Reem came the next day with her accountant, having sold her own truck, her jewelry, and her investments to raise eighty thousand.

She cried as she signed, though she never once actually apologized.

“My children will have to leave their private school over this,” she said.