Sunday arrived with a sense of finality, the end of the week bringing with it a need for resolution. I found myself back in the kitchen, the letter once again in my hands.
As I read it for the hundredth time, the words seemed to take on a new weight, their implications settling in my mind.
It was time to confront what I had been avoiding, to face the reality that no one else could change for me.
That evening, I made a decision, one that felt both liberating and terrifying. I picked up the phone, dialing a number I hadn’t used in years.
The voice on the other end was familiar, though tinged with surprise.
“It’s been a while,” they said, a statement that carried more weight than the words alone.
“It has,” I replied, the conversation just beginning.
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