at this point—or what I’m obligated to share, given our current estrangement.”
Helen considered thoughtfully.
“What would you want if you were in her position?”
The question cut through my confusion with clarifying simplicity.
If I were Amber—struggling to understand my own tendencies, potentially repeating destructive patterns without recognizing their origins—wouldn’t I want the opportunity to see myself more clearly through this knowledge?
Not as an excuse, but as an explanation that might enable better choices moving forward.
“I’d want to know,” I said finally. “Even if the truth was
