The broken latch had not been an accident.

The room never got repaired because Daniel said guests shouldn’t expect renovations.

The cigarettes weren’t just rude; they were part of a pattern in which my needs were treated as obstacles.

I had spent years teaching myself to endure.

Now I was learning to describe what I’d endured without making excuses for it.

PART 8: The Sunday Daniel Remembered Differently

Marcus asked whether I wanted to write a letter to Daniel before pursuing the financial matter.