(Scarlett’s POV)
"Blair—"
"I'm not asking you to forgive us," she says quickly. “I just wanted you to know that if you ever need us, ever need anything, we'll be there."
I stare at her, this woman who raised me, who taught me to bake and helped me with homework, who threw it all away for a biological connection she'd been mourning for decades.
"Okay," I say finally.
It's not forgiveness. It's not reconciliation. But it's acknowledgment. It's the first step toward something, even if I don't know what that something is yet.
Blair nods, understanding that this is all I can give right now.
"Take care of yourself, habibti," she says, using the old pet name that once made me feel so loved. "And take care of that beautiful little girl."
She stands up, smoothing down her skirt, and walks b
