Tamara.Keon’s awake, so I pick him up from his crib, not wanting his cries to jerk his brother awake.I soothe him, patting his back gently.His cries slows and he just stirs in my arms.Once outside, Katrina's there, her eyes fixed on Keon, wide and soft. She looks up at me, and for once, there's no hate, no calculated look, no pretense. Just a faint flicker of something that could be regret.I don't know what went down with mom but this is new to me.Katrina all calm and quiet.I see her expression crack, her walls breaking down, completely.I swallow nothing, not sure what to say, how to react.Her gaze shifts to Keon, then back to me. When she speaks, her voice is low, barely audible. “I– I'm sorry,” she lets out. “For everything, Tamara. I'm deeply sorry,”I blink, caught off guard by that apology. I didn't expect her to cave, not this easily.But deep down hearing her say it makes something coil inside me. All my anger and pain fades.I open my mouth, nothing comes out at first
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