Provided the necessary documents.

Stopped seeking authority over my accounts.

And begun respecting the limits I’d set.

I couldn’t promise trust would return immediately.

I couldn’t erase the memory of sitting at the bank while my own son tried to answer questions for me.

Nor did I want to spend the remainder of my life turning one mistake into the whole definition of Roman.

“I haven’t decided what forgiveness looks like yet,” I answered.