“I’m not here for money, Sarah. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for how I treated you,” she said while looking at the floor.
“Why are you here now, Cynthia?” I asked.
“Because I finally realized that you weren’t the insignificant one; we were just too small to understand your value,” she admitted before leaving in silence.
I looked out at the skyline and thought about how many years I had spent making myself small just to let Julian feel like a giant. I was wrong to believe that love required me to fade away or hide my strength just to keep someone else comfortable.
I picked up a wedding photo from my desk, looked at our younger, smiling faces for a moment, and then dropped it into the shredder. The woman who was introduced as the nanny was gone, and in her place stood Sarah Montgomery, a woman who would never dim her light for anyone again.
