He said he wanted to see Grandma and personally apologize.

I turned him down.

I refused to accept that bouquet of lilies. The blooming Teamillet that once thrived at the peak of my heart had already decayed.

Terry Black blocked my way, stroking my sleeve, his voice hoarse and trembling as he spoke.

“Hattie, please forgive me, forgive me. I’ve sent Sarah Ferguson to a mental hospital. She’ll never have the chance to hurt you again…”

I felt his hand inching up my sleeve, tightening around my wrist.

But that wasn’t enough. Terry Black, you, the instigator, have no right to seek forgiveness.

He didn’t mention Sirena Ferguson at all....