Margaret lifted the plate of fries high above Dany’s head just as my three-year-old reached for one.
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Chapter 24 - CHELSEA AND ME
Chelsea and I did not become best friends.
We became sisters again slowly.
Coffee twice a year.
Children’s graduations.
Medical updates.
No shared finances.
She rebuilt her career outside Bennett Grove.
Event consulting.
Real clients.
No family trust billing.
She paid restitution over years.
One afternoon she said:
“I hated you because you left before I had courage to.”
I looked at her.
“That’s not my fault.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Now.”
Good.
No hug required.
Then she said:
“I’m sorry about Dany.”
“That matters more.”
“I know.”
She eventually apologized to him as an adult.
He accepted.
May you like
Not because he remembered the fries vividly.
Because she did.
