“Can I come in?” she asked softly.
I opened the door and stepped aside.
She walked in, eyes sweeping the room like she was seeing it for the first time.
“It looks alive again,” she said, touching the freshly painted doorframe.
I poured her tea, set it on the table. For a long while, she said nothing, just stared at her hands wrapped around the mug. Finally, she whispered, “I’ve been wrong.”
I didn’t speak.
She let herself keep going.
“I let Megan convince me you were selfish, that your service was just running away, that this cabin was worthless. But last night, seeing those documents, hearing your father’s words, I realized he trusted you more than I ever did.”
Her eyes filled, and that broke me. I swallowed hard.
“You didn’t defend me when she humiliated me. You chose silence.”
Her tears spilled over.
“I know, and I can’t undo it. But I want to be better now, Hannah, if you’ll let me.”
