A Mafia Socialite Threw My Eight-Year-Old Daughter From Her Swing—Then She Smiled and Said My Dead Wife Had Chosen Her
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Chapter 26 - Celina’s Letter
Two years later, Celina sent a letter through counsel requesting permission to apologize to Ellie.
I read it first.
Not because Ellie belonged to me.
Because protective conditions still applied and she was ten.
The letter said:
I believed your mother had recognized something important in me.
Then:
I used that belief to excuse behavior that was cruel and entitled.
Good.
Then:
I told myself I was correcting you when I had no right to correct you.
Better.
Then:
I am sorry I frightened and hurt you.
No:
but.
No:
I was under stress.
No request for forgiveness.
I asked Ellie whether she wanted to read it.
“Do I have to?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
I put it away.
Maybe someday.
May you like
Maybe never.
An apology does not purchase an audience.
