Chapter 17 - ForgivenessMonths later, the nanny prepared to move into a new apartment.
The husband helped her carry the final box.
His wife stood nearby.
“I hope you're happy,” she said.
The nanny smiled.
“I think I will be.”
There was no resentment in her voice anymore.
The wife took a breath.
“I'm sorry.”
This time, the nanny believed her.
She stepped forward and hugged her.
The husband watched silently.
Some wounds don't disappear.
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They become scars.
But scars can exist without controlling the future.
