Cora stepped forward. “Sara, we owe you an apology.
I owe you an apology.”
I stared, speechless, as she continued.
“I was unfair to you because I was afraid,” she admitted. “Brian’s had girlfriends who only cared about his money, who didn’t love him for who he is. But you’re different.
I’m sorry.”
Tears streamed down my face as Brian’s father added, “We want to make this right.”
Soon, my tiny apartment was filled with laughter, pie slices, and stories. The awkward tension melted away, replaced by genuine warmth.
We may have been a few days late, but that evening, we celebrated Christmas the way it was meant to be—together, in a true family circle. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real.
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