Rosie’s shoulders slumped. She suddenly looked smaller, older.
Neil gathered his keys and paused near the door. “Cassie, you don’t have to do this alone. There are people who care. Come, I’ll take you home.”
I gave Rosie one last look. “Keep your house. Enjoy your party. Enjoy the rest of our family who chose you…”
Outside, the cool air filled my lungs. I untied a green balloon and released it, watching it drift upward past rooftops and trees.
I whispered, “For you, Nance. See how bright you still are?”
Neil joined me at the curb.
“Thank you for speaking up — for both of us,” I said. “I know nothing will change the fact that I laid my daughter to rest today, but at least I can let go of some of the guilt.”
For the first time in a week, the weight eased slightly. It wasn’t forgiveness, but I could breathe. I no longer carried the blame. The quiet in my chest didn’t feel hollow anymore — it finally belonged to me.
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