After a long silence, I finally spoke.
“Okay. I’ll help you. But this doesn’t mean I forgive you.
I need to understand more, and I need you to be honest with me. No more secrets.”
She nodded, a flicker of hope crossing her face. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“I promise, I’ll tell you everything. Starting now.”
As we prepared to leave, I felt an odd sense of closure and uncertainty intertwining.
I didn’t know where this journey would lead or if I’d find the answers I needed, but I knew this was a step toward uncovering the truth that had eluded me all my life.
And maybe—just maybe—it would help me finally understand the mother I never knew.
