flight had been chance.
But coming back the next morning was a choice.
Returning every Friday was a choice.
Listening instead of defending myself was a choice.
Cassandra allowing me into their lives was a choice.
Forgiveness was a choice repeated so many times that eventually it became a way of living.
A year after that Christmas, Cassandra and I married.
Small ceremony.
Daniel’s backyard.
Luke carried the rings and nearly lost one.
Violet scattered flower petals mostly in one location.
Helen cried before anyone else.
Martin attended and turned
