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“No.”

She looked toward the street.

“For eventually letting me make my own choices.”

I swallowed.

“I should have done that sooner.”

“You were scared.”

“So were you.”

“Yeah.”

We sat quietly.

Then she said, “I used to think being strong meant never needing anyone.”

I looked at her.

“And now?”

“Now I think it means knowing who you can trust when you do.”

That was better than anything I had taught in fifteen years of classrooms and training halls.

I reached over.

She took my hand.

The sun lowered behind the houses.

Somewhere down the block, a dog barked.

A neighbor watered flowers.

The wind chimes moved again.

There was no dramatic ending.

No final fight.

No moment where every wrong thing became right.

Some problems were still being sorted out.

Some questions would probably never be answered completely.

Dustin had choices to make.

Ray had a business to rebuild.

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