I raised my niece on my own — eight years later, she pointed at a woman in the next beach changing cubicle and whispered, “Aunty, look… she has my mark”

told her.

She looked up.

“I deserve all of this.”

“When Ruth asks why, you don’t make me the villain.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“You stayed gone. Not me. I didn’t keep her from you. I didn’t replace you for fun. I raised her because there was no one else.”

Joan nodded, her eyes filling with tears.

“I’ll say it.”

“You stayed gone.”

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