When the Past Came Back, I Chose to Protect My Peace.

Two months later, my phone rang again.

This time, it was his wife.

Her tone was calm, respectful. She said she wanted to apologize—for putting me in an awkward position, for assuming I would say yes, for not considering the past I had lived through. She acknowledged that I had been asked to carry something that was never mine to carry.

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