arrived at my door carrying key lime pie and admitted to Jenny that he had known her father before he knew me. Jenny turned to me and asked whether I was comfortable. For the first time, nobody asked whether I should stay, leave, forgive, or begin again. She asked what I wanted.
I said yes, now I was comfortable. This time, I knew exactly why Henry stood at my door. I stepped aside and invited him into a life I was finally choosing for myself.
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