The Chair by the Window — The Night Nobody Helped Me
“She should never have to carry that.”
Brenda pressed a tissue to her cheek.
“I would tell her I’m sorry.”
“Not now,” I replied.
“She needs stability, and the professionals helping her will guide any contact.
You cannot use an apology to demand that she comfort you.”
Brenda stiffened.
For a moment I saw the old habit return: the belief that her position in the family entitled her to immediate forgiveness.