Not because I was ready to forgive him. I wasn’t. Not because blood makes debts disappear. It doesn’t.
I kept it because direction matters even when you’ve already gone wrong.
Last night, for the first time since the sale, my phone lit up with Daniel’s name again. I watched it ring all the way through. This morning, there was a voicemail waiting.
I haven’t played it yet.
The compass is still on my bench, and I have a feeling whatever he said on that message is where this story really begins.
