“I am so sorry, Chloe,” Harrison’s voice came through, raw and filled with tears. “I ruined everything, didn’t I?”
“You did,” I agreed calmly. “But I made something wonderful out of what was left.”
“Can I at least earn the chance to know my children?” he asked quietly. “I will do whatever it takes. I will wait as long as it takes.”
I looked at the framed photographs on the wall, filled with smiles, laughter, and five years of precious memories created without him. “That depends on you, Harrison,” I said softly before hanging up the phone.
For the first time in five years, the past was finally behind me, and the future was entirely mine to write. 
