There was no returning to where we’d been an hour ago.
“This is Mom’s birthday,” I continued. “It should be a celebration. I’m not angry—I let go of that anger long ago. I have a life I love, work that matters. I don’t need you to be proud of me.” I paused, feeling my heartbeat steady in my chest. “I’m proud of myself. That’s enough.”
Marcus stood, continue reading …
