“Because it’s yours.” He said and I felt tears gathering in my eyes as he stepped closer.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me because I bought some land.” He said and I shook my head.
“You wouldn’t get forgiveness that easily.” I said.
“I know.” He said as his voice remained steady.
“I’m not asking for anything.” He added as he pointed toward the deed.
“This is not a bargain. It’s not an apology disguised as a gift.” He said as I looked at him.
“No. It’s not a way to make me forget what happened.” I said.
“No.” He said.
“Then what is it?” I asked as Charles took a breath.
“It’s simply the right thing to do.” He said and I stared at him.
For years, I had wanted my father to understand that loving someone didn’t mean controlling them.
I had wanted him to see me as his daughter inste
