Unfinished Business

Kelly

The apology should have been the end of it. Lucian had said his piece. I had listened. That was it. And yet, hours later, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind wouldn’t shut off.  

I didn’t hate him anymore. That realization should have brought relief, but instead, it left an unfamiliar hollowness instead.  

For so long, my anger had been a reason to keep him at arm’s length. A way to remind myself that what he did to me wasn’t okay. But now that shield was cracking, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.  

He wasn’t family anymore or so I...