I have thought about it honestly, and the answer is no, and the reason is asleep upstairs.

I cannot regret the road that arrived at her.

If a younger, softer version of me had seen Beckett clearly on the first day and walked away, she would have been right, and she would have spared herself a great deal, and Wren would not exist — and I would not trade Wren to un-suffer any of it.

That is not the same as forgiving him; I have not forgiven him, and I feel no obligation to.

It is something quieter and more useful than forgiveness.