That is the moment.

Not my forgiveness, which she did not receive and did not ask for, but her own final surrender of the excuses.

Because you cannot be held to account by someone else.

You can only, in the end, hold yourself, and that holding begins the instant you stop trying to set the weight down.

Diane, at the very last, held it.

And that — not any forgiveness from me — is the only thing that gives me any hope for her at all.