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Shiloh
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“I’m sorry, Mrs. Steel. I’m sorry about Mr. Steel; I’m sorry about what I did.” My words tumble out in the embrace, despite Mrs. Steel's assurance that everything is fine, but I am overcome with emotion as the weight of our feud hits me like a ton of bricks.
This woman had been like a second mother to me, and the end of our relationship left a deep emotional scar that I tried to ignore or convince myself was healing. But now, as we hold each other, I realize how much that rupture has affected my emotional state. The pain of our broken relationship has been clawing at me, buried beneath layers of denial and false strength.
Mrs. Steel's voice is thick with emotion as she repeats that it's alright, and we hold each other for a long moment, my tears refusing
