“I’m sorry, Jess. I did the only thing I knew how. I just wanted to help.”
The distance between us felt smaller then, bridged by words we should have spoken long ago.
It wasn’t a full reconciliation, not yet—but it was a start. When he left that day, there was no envelope, no crisp bill left behind. Instead, he offered something more valuable than money: a quiet promise.
“I’ll see you next Sunday, Jess.”
