I Hope You Like Corn...
“So, in case you didn’t catch it the first time, you’ve been forgiven,” Margaret said. “No.” “Yes.” She set her cup down and looked at him. Tears had formed in his eyes, but he was holding them in. “I don’t deserve it.” “But I do. Holding onto hate was hurting me, my hostility was... maybe that’s... Sign in to see full entry.