A month later, my mother moved into a small cottage near my home. The bruises faded, but the betrayal took longer to heal.<\/p>\n
One evening, we sat together on the porch watching the sun disappear behind the trees.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think Michael ever loved me?\u201d she asked quietly.<\/p>\n
I squeezed her hand. \u201cI think he forgot that love is measured by how we protect people when they are vulnerable.\u201d For the first time in weeks, my mother smiled, and the silence between us finally felt peaceful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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