“I don’t expect you to forgive me.” She said.
“I’m not there yet.” I said.
“I know.” She said.
“But I can acknowledge when you do something good.” I said and Charlotte looked at me again.
“That means more than you know.” She said and I stood and walked around the desk.
For a second, I considered whether I should hug her.
We had never been that kind of sisters.
Too much history stood between us, and too many wounds were still open.
Instead, I placed my hand gently on her shoulder and Charlotte covered my hand with hers.
“I’m trying.” She whispered.
“I can see that.” I said and she nodded, and a tear slipped down her cheek.
“I want to keep trying.” She said.
“You should.” I said.
The moment lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like something had shifted.
Not everything. Not
