My Fiancée Let Her Godson Humiliate My Seven-Year-Old—Then I Told Her I Found the Real Mother of the Girl She Planned to Bring Into My Home
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Chapter 25 - Colton and Wren
Wren chose to see Colton again when she was ten.
Three years after the fairground.
His parents arranged it through counselors.
Public park.
Adults nearby.
Colton was fifteen.
Tall.
Embarrassed.
No designer jacket.
He said:
“Hey.”
Wren:
“Hi.”
Then silence.
Finally:
“I was awful.”
Wren shrugged.
“You were twelve.”
“That doesn’t make it okay.”
“No.”
Good.
He asked:
“Does your dad hate me?”
Wren smiled.
“Dad had classes.”
I groaned from twenty feet away.
Colton laughed.
That broke the tension.
They did not become close.
No need.
May you like
They ended the meeting without fear.
Sometimes repair means being able to occupy the same world without reopening the original relationship.
