My Granddaughter Asked Me to Stop Sending Her Father Money and to Follow Him

bravest person in the story and she knew it.

“No,” I said honestly. “I don’t forgive him.”

Ivy watched my face.

“But,” I added, “I don’t let him decide who I become.”

She nodded once, slowly, and that was enough.

That night I opened a drawer and took out a letter I had written to Willow the year after she died, when I still believed she was dead and my continue reading …