My hand moves quickly over the piano keyboard. Each release of the note goes hand in hand with the disaster that has been living inside me for years. Heavy, fast music soared through the air. I closed my eyes and raised my face as my fingers continued to chase.

I'm sorry.

His mother's words echoed in my mind earlier. Why do they tend to say sorry as if that word will erase all the bitterness and pain they have put me through.

Sorry? Her sorry doesn't even make me feel a bit alright. It just made me feel worse because their apologies only prove how I let them trampled all...