Aunt May moved in with us, claiming that her house had become too difficult to maintain. Grant and I started a security consulting business that combined their research expertise with the strength I had discovered in myself.
Years later, Kyle contacted me for the last time. He told me that he had remarried and that he was learning to set boundaries with his brothers.
I was sincerely happy for him.
Healing allowed me to hope that it would improve without having to participate in that transformation.
I still think of the gas station: the dust, the heat and the laughter that faded on the road. For a long time, I considered it the worst day of my life.
Now I understand that it was the day my life finally started.
Kyle and his brothers thought that abandoning me would be scared and more obedient. They hoped he would wait for them on the sidewalk until they returned and then accept another empty apology.
