“You were trying to tell me what was happening, and I kept convincing myself that I understood the situation better than you did.” She continued as her voice shook slightly.
“I thought I was protecting the family, but I was protecting the wrong things.” She added and I looked down at my plate.
For years, I had imagined this conversation differently. I had imagined anger. Accusations. People finally admitting exactly how badly they had hurt me.
Instead, everyone was simply telling the truth.
“I wanted you to believe me.” I said and Victoria nodded.
“I know.” She said.
“I needed my mother.” I said.
“I know that too.” She said as her eyes filled with tears.
“I am sorry, Paige.” She said and I swallowed.
“Thank you.” I said and Charlotte looked at me.
“I owe you more than an apology.
