Brent slowly lifted his gaze toward me, his expression breaking for the first time. Tears gathered in his eyes as he struggled to find the right words.
“Mom,” he said at last, his voice unsteady, “I should have stood up for you a long time ago.”
It was the first real apology I had ever heard from him. It felt fragile, but it was honest.
For a moment, no one moved. The air between us shifted, as if something long buried had finally surfaced-
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