Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
After Brinton’s therapy session with Dr. Mensah on Friday, she stared into the abyss of the open blog post on her laptop. They’d agreed that productively questioning her scariest thoughts would help her better manage them.
While she didn’t know why Jamie had said what he did, Brinton warmed up to believing that he had the best intentions. She learned in therapy that forgiveness was a gift, not for others, but for oneself.
The open letter that Brinton had written was the start.
Publicly telling her story, her own way, was the path to freedom. Brinton longed to shed the anger and sadness, a crackled snakeskin, so she could become anew.
Pausing Sade on her headphones, Brinton read the words aloud one last time.