Marcus reached for my hand. And for the first time in years, I did not feel like a bad daughter.
I felt like a mother. I felt like a wife. I felt like a woman who had finally stopped paying for a place at a table where her family had never truly been invited.
We were not abandoned. We were free.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real persons, events, or places is coincidental.