As we stood there, anger and sympathy warred inside me. I looked at this woman—Casey—and realized she had lived in the shadows of a truth she never asked for. Maybe we were both hurt by the same secret. So I took a breath and offered something unexpected: a chance to understand each other instead of fighting over the past. Slowly, her guarded expression softened, and for the first time, we spoke not as enemies, but as two women searching for answers.
I Saw a Woman Throwing away the Flowers I Placed on My Mom’s Grave – Her Truth Altered My Life
