A week later, my mother almost fully recovered. I moved back in with her. I went to work during the day and walked with her in the evenings. Life had become so simple that I could hear the rhythm of my own breathing.
Daniel didn't contact me again.
Megan did send me a message from another account. It was essentially an apology, saying she hadn't known things would turn out this way. I glanced at it, didn't reply, and deleted it.
After the damage was done, an apology was often worth next to nothing.
Later, I received an envelope by courier. Inside were a bank card and a handwritten note.
This is some of what I've saved over the years. It isn't much, but I owe you. I've put the house up for sale. You'll get half of what it sells for. I've sold the car, too, but kept the keychain. If you
