The Apology
It happened at the kitchen table.
Mara looked up from her tea and said, “I need to apologize.”
Alex set his cup down, alert but quiet.
“For the months I pulled away. For the words I didn’t say. For the ways I shut you out.”
He reached across the table. “You don’t owe me that.”
“I do,” she said. “Not because I failed. But because I’m learning. And I want to be better for us.”
Alex squeezed her hand. “You already are.”
There was no dramatic music. No swelling background.
Just two people choosing each other again.
That was enough.
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