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“They came to apologize for their son and to see how I was doing.”
“They have no right!”
“They’re good people, Conner.” I turned and headed back to my practice because I could feel an argument coming on.
“Don’t walk away from me,” he said as he followed behind me and into my office, shutting the door.
“You need to stop.” I turned around and pointed my finger at him. “They told me Matthew had some mental health issues they were trying to deal with.”
“I don’t fucking care. Obviously, they didn’t deal with his issues enough,” he spoke through gritted teeth.
“So, are you blaming my parents for what my brother did?” I shouted. “Because my parents were good people and did everything they could to try and help him!”
He looked down and placed his hands on his hips.
“I forgive him, Conner, and you know why? Because I can! I refuse to hold onto anger and resentment because it won’t change anything. Suddenly, the flashes in my head started, and I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes.
“Charlotte, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head as a picture came into focus.
“Who’s Christopher?” I looked up at him.
“What?”
“I was sitting in front of his grave. His name, Christopher Kind, was on the headstone.”
“We thought he was my brother, but it turns out he wasn’t.”
“What?” My brows furrowed.
“It’s a long story. Fuck.” He sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck and sat down on the couch. “That was the day you forgave me.”
“Forgave you for what?”
“For hurting you so badly. That was something I hoped you didn’t remember.”
“Talk, now!” I spoke in a commanding voice as I sat down in my leather chair.
“It doesn’t matter right now. You forgave me and helped me to forgive myself. I’m sorry, Charlotte. I had no right to come at you like that. You’re right. Holding onto the anger I have for that boy is consuming me because of what he took away from me.”
“Again, this is about you?” I arched my brow.
“I guess I’m good at making it seem like it.” He breathed out a laugh.
“The only way to move forward is to let the anger go. As I said, it won’t change what happened and will only hold you a prisoner in your mind. You have to let that shit go, Conner.”
“I know.” He held out his hand.
I stood up from my chair, took his hand, and sat beside him.
“Can you forgive me?” he asked.
“I already have.” I laid my head on his shoulder. “By the way, I’m going to Emilia’s tonight for a girls’ night.” I lifted my head.
“Good.” He smiled. “You always loved girls’ night.”
“I still want to hear later about how badly you hurt me.”
