Where did you get that ring

continued, “Some things don’t get fixed, Diane. Some things get named. Then people decide whether they can build something smaller beside the ruins.”

“I’m your daughter.”

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t that matter?”

I looked across the land Henry had protected for me.

“It mattered so much that I let you hurt me for years.”

She flinched.

“I don’t hate you,” I said. “But continue reading …