In her mind, she heard Ray’s voice clearly.
“You’re gonna live, kiddo.”
Does Hannah forgive her uncle for his role in her parents’ deaths?
The answer isn’t simple or consistent.
Some days, absolutely not.
Some days she only feels the burning anger about what his pride and temper cost her.
Other days, she remembers different things.
Rough, calloused hands supporting her shoulders during transfers.
Terrible, uneven braids that he tried so hard to perfect.
The basil planter box built with such care.
The fierce “you’re not less” speeches delivered whenever she felt defeated.
On those days, Hannah realizes she’s been forgiving Ray in small pieces for years without consciously knowing it.
Ray didn’t run from what he’d done or pretend it never happened.
He spent the rest of his entire life walking directly into his mistake.
One alarm clock setting, one insurance company fight, one kitchen sink hair-washing session at a time.
Ray carried Hannah as far as his strength and his lifetime allowed.
The rest of the journey is hers to complete.
