Chapter 26 - THREE YEARS LATERThree years after the night Nina walked barefoot into the dining room, she was eleven.
The yellow dress no longer fit.
Not even close.
It lived in a garment box beneath her bed.
Her choice.
I once suggested framing a piece.
She looked horrified.
“Mom, that’s weird.”
Correct.
She wore hoodies now.
Mostly secondhand from a resale shop because she liked finding discontinued sports logos.
Sylvia had learned not to comment on price.
Charles had learned to live in the townhome.
He still complained about homeowner-association rules.
Apparently downsizing could not cure him of being Charles.
His finances stabilized.
Selling the large house removed enough debt that retirement stopped being a monthly emergency.
He admitted once:
“We should’ve done it years earlier.”
I resisted saying:
Yes.
Growth does not require victory laps.
Monique had her own apartment.
Vivian attended public school and loved it.
My relationship with Monique became cautious but real.
Not sisters in the sentimental sense.
Women who had both failed children at the same table and decided not to make those failures permanent.
I completed my diversion years earlier.
No further incidents.
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The slap became something I could discuss without immediately defending myself.
That was progress too.
