Billionaire's Biggest Regret
"I know that. I'm not going to pretend a conversation fixes thirteen months, or three years before that. I'm asking for the chance to prove it slowly, the actual way, not the way I tried to prove it with a wire transfer and no phone call."
I looked at him for a long time, this man I used to know completely and then, for three years, barely knew at all, and felt something shift that wasn't forgiveness yet, wasn't trust yet, but wasn't nothing either.
"Small things," I said finally. "If you want back into any part of this — his life, mine, whatever this even is — it happens in small things. Not diamonds. Not wires. Showing up, and showing up again, until I stop waiting for you to disappear."