Chapter 8 - THE WEIGHT OF FORGIVENESS
Ethan turned to me,
his hands shaking.
“I’m sorry,”
he said.
“I didn’t want him to find you.”
“I had him under surveillance,
but he slipped away.”
I sat back down in my chair,
my heart thudding in my chest.
“He’s been the shadow over our lives for so long,”
I whispered.
Ethan walked around the desk and knelt beside me.
“He only had power because I let him,”
Ethan said.
“I was the one who listened.”
“I was the one who didn't trust the woman I loved.”
He took my hand,
and this time,
I didn't pull away.
“Can you ever forgive me,
Olivia?”
“Not for the kids.”
“Not for the money.”
“But for being the man who failed you?”
I looked into his eyes,
the same eyes that looked back at me from my sons' faces.
I saw the regret.
I saw the growth.
“I don't know,”
I said honestly.
“Forgiveness isn't a switch,
Ethan.”
“It’s a process.”
“Then let me be part of that process,”
he pleaded.
“Let me earn it.”
“One day at a time.”
I took a deep breath,
feeling the weight of the last five years start to lift.
May you like
“One day at a time,”
I repeated.
