It will hold long after all of us are gone.

They receive the small allowance their mother left them, and they will never, ever touch this foundation.” I nodded slowly and looked out at the darkening water.

I had expected, once, that I would spend the rest of my life hating Arthur’s children for what they had done to him and had tried to do to me.

But I found, sitting on that bench, that I did not hate them at all anymore.

Not because they deserved forgiveness, but because hatred is a fire that burns the one who carries it, and I had better uses for my heat.