It’s been months since that day. The house feels peaceful again, though sometimes I still find myself glancing toward the safe, remembering the emptiness I saw there. But that emptiness isn’t the same anymore. It reminds me not of loss, but of the strength it takes to forgive.
When you reach a certain point in life, you realize how little good anger really does. Things can be replaced. Trust, though—trust must be rebuilt, slowly, with care and courage. And yet, when given the chance, it can grow back stronger than before.
Today, when Daniel comes by, we no longer see the young man who made a terrible mistake. We see someone trying every day to be better. And that, perhaps, is the greatest recovery of all.
The Heart of the Story
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