“I know.”
“I should have trusted you.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“I’ll never manage you again.”
I looked up.
“You don’t get to promise that once. You prove it every day.”
He nodded.
“Then I will prove it every day.”
Owen appeared in the doorway.
“Dinner, or are we doing emotional accountability all night?”
For the first time in months, I laughed.
I didn’t forgive Jonah overnight.
The first time I married him, fear had cornered me.
The second time I chose him, I did it standing firmly in the center of my own life.
