Epilogue
Twenty-five years later...
Marshall slips his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. "She'll be fine, Ronnie," he promises me.
"You don't know that." I watch my daughter as she disappears into the Grimalkin Academy building. There's a skip in her step and hope in her heart. But that's because she doesn't know what happened here at my graduation. "Maybe we should have told her," I whisper, mostly to myself, though I know Marshall can hear.
"Magda didn't mean it at the time, never mind thirty years on. That's some grudge to bear."
Pain lances through my heart at the memories. No matter how many times I've tried to fix the mistake, or how many I've reached out to her to try and rekindle our friendship, nothing had worked. She doesn't want anything to do with me, and that's
