Then he said the words I had waited weeks to hear.

“Mom, I’m sorry I shut that door.

I’m sorry I let Claire laugh.

I’m sorry I told the children you weren’t there.

You deserved better.

I didn’t need to punish you because I was embarrassed.” I cried quietly.

He moved closer, but I raised a hand.

I needed the apology to remain in the room without immediately turning it into an obligation to forgive everything.