“Lisa. I’ve been making excuses for her my whole life. Fixing her messes. Covering for her moods. It’s so tiring.” She put a folded towel down. “I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“You don’t have to.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder, gentle but firm.
“Thank you.”
The room felt lighter. Maybe for the first time in a long time, she could finally breathe. And so could I.
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