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“I forgive you,” Liam said softly. “For what you did to my mom. For what you didn’t do for me.”
Liam continued, steady and sure. “Next time I knock, it won’t be for cake. I’ll have my own garage. I’m going to do it better — not to prove you wrong, but because you made us strong.”
Then he turned and walked back to the car. My throat burned, but I couldn’t say a word.
“I forgave him, Mom,” Liam said softly once we were inside. “Maybe it’s time you did too.”Continue reading…
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