Closure is not a conversation you have with the person who hurt you; it needs neither their participation, or their apology, or their presence.

Closure is a thing you build for yourself, on your own side of the door, and I had already built mine — it was a red court seal, and a business up forty percent, and a home that was mine, and a morning I had walked out into the daylight on my own terms.

I did not need Julian to close anything.

He had, in fact, nothing left that I needed at all.

And the recognition of that — that there was genuinely nothing he could offer me, not even his sorrow, that I had any use for — was the most complete freedom I have ever felt.

I blocked the address not out of anger.