Evangeline The strangest thing about healing was that it never happened all at once. There was no magical moment where everything suddenly felt okay. No morning where I woke up and thought, *I’m completely fine now.* It happened slowly. A conversation here. A small apology there. A moment where something that used to hurt didn’t hurt as much anymore. And maybe that was what I was experiencing. Not forgiveness. Not yet. But movement. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I wasn’t stuck in the same place. My relationship with Ava wasn’t magically fixed after one phone call, but it was something. A beginning. And I was learning to appreciate beginnings. Because endings had become far too familiar. I spent the rest of the afternoon working on the gala arrangements. The foundation’s annual event was approaching quickly, and the closer we got, the more chaotic everything became. There were vendors to confirm, guest lists to finalize, sponsors to contact, and a thousand
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