happens now?” I asked.
“Legally?”
“No. With her marker. Anything that needs my decision.”
He told me the marker inscription still needed my approval.
When we finished, I said, “Send me everything that needs my signature. I’m done being surprised by my own life.”
“What happens now?”
That afternoon, Penelope came over.
I handed her Irene’s letter.
This time, I didn’t pull it back.
She read the last paragraph.
I don’t have the right to ask you to forgive this.
I loved you every day. I also lied to you for far too many of them.
I wish I had been brave enough to let you decide what to do with that truth while I was still there to face you.
“I loved you every day.”
Penelope lowered the page.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ve spent three days asking what your mother was to me.”
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