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“I am willing to offer you my forgiveness, but you must understand that trust is a bridge we will have to rebuild very slowly,” I told my daughter.
I returned to my quiet house on Highland Drive and sat on the back porch with Barnaby while the golden autumn light filtered through the trees.
The long game was finally over, and while the process had been difficult, I knew that I had survived with my dignity and my home completely intact.
THE END.
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