Tracy gave a slight nod, her voice as steady as still water.
"I've uncovered some hard truths, so I'm choosing to forgive Ethan and keep him as my father."
Moanna's hand froze mid-air while applying ointment, her eyes widening briefly in surprise before she quickly regained composure.
No matter what Tracy decided, Moanna had her back. Tracy wore her heart on her sleeve, and Ethan was her only family left in this world.
Moanna had always known—even an imperfect answer would be enough. If Ethan was willing to explain, Tracy would inevitably reconcile with him. This resolution came late—but perhaps right on time.
"That's wonderful," Moanna said, "but I'm really ticked off about you neglecting your health. As for compensating my wounded heart—I'll collect later. Right now, I've got juicy
