I gently kiss his lips. His eyes are fierce with unshed tears.
I whisper, “Whatever you did, it’s past. It’s done. You’re sorry, and you’re a good person, and I forgive you.”
A sob breaks from Brody’s chest. Shaking, he sinks to his knees, wraps his arms around my thighs, and hides his face in my dress. Shoulders shaking, he starts to cry.
For a moment I’m stunned speechless, frozen in shock. Whatever it is that’s been gnawing at his conscience, he’s been holding it in for so long, hating himself for so long, that the simple act of hearing me say it’s okay has literally brought him to his knees.
I’m flooded with emotion. My hands shake with it. I rest them on his shoulders, unsure what to do, and stand witness as he cries his guilt out at my feet, washing his soul clean.
Dinner is eat
