Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs
“I’ve made certain she has options.
Nobody is being turned out tomorrow.”
Paige nodded.
“That matters.
Even when someone has been cruel, it matters.”
I recognized Walter in that sentence.
I was grateful my daughter had learned compassion without learning submission.
That night, for the first time in decades, I fell asleep without wondering whether Beverly would need me before dawn.