Before Mom’s anniversary, I flew back to the United States.That day, Julian was waiting early in the hotel lobby to take me to Mom’s grave.We parked outside the cemetery and walked in together.He’d bought so many flowers, like he wanted to make up for what he’d missed back then.On the headstone, Mom’s smile was still gentle, still warm.The wind lifted my skirt hem. I held my trophy in my hands and talked to her softly, endlessly.Julian stood aside the whole time, quiet from start to finish.When we left, I still couldn’t hold back the tears.Julian asked with red eyes, “Grace… is it true that no matter what me and Victor do, you will never forgive us?”I wiped my tears and spoke calmly. “I can forgive you.”“As long as you never come disturb my life again.”I could never forget those days of agony.And I would never go back to how it was.The wound healed, but the scar remainedI didn’t want to waste my life on hatred.So I chose to put past aside and to look forward, to keep goi
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