Raine
Seeing my parents again—after all these years thinking they were dead—was like being dragged through a hurricane of emotions. I feel like I’ve been wrung out, body and soul. Part of me wanted to scream at them, demand why they left me, why they didn’t fight harder to keep me. And yet, another part of me—the one still aching for connection—just wanted to hold on and never let go.
In the end, I gave in to a quiet kind of forgiveness. A little resentment, yes—but also overwhelming gratitude that they’re still alive. Maybe we can rebuild something together. Maybe they’ll even get to be part of our pups’ lives one day. That thought alone gives me hope.
We sat together for a while, swapping stories and piecing together missing years. But eventually, a yawn sneaks out of me before I can
