The Myth Of Forgiveness Chapter 35

The Myth of Forgiveness weaves together past and present, showing how unspoken pain can linger beneath everyday life. Expect a character-driven unfolding with tenderness, tension, and small moments of clarity as the truth comes closer.

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The first time Nathan held Adriana,

He forgot the speech he practiced in the car.

It was something about second chances,

About how he wanted to be different,

And how this hadn't turned out the way any one of them had expected.

The words dissolved the moment her little finger closed around his.

She looked up with her eyes connecting with Nathan's in sincere seriousness,

As if she'd been entrusted with the world's oldest stories and whatever argument lived in his chest just fell away.

Nico watched from the doorway.

The uncertainty that came over him whenever Nathan walked into her room simply softened.

Lauren saw it too,

The way Adriana rearranged everything in the room.

She was still so small,

And yet she had a way of pulling everyone together.

They agreed to meet at the cottage because it was neutral ground.

Elena's kitchen still smelled faintly of cedar and lemon oil.

The old kettle stuttered on the stove the way it always had.

Nico chopped vegetables with too much focus.

Nathan set the table twice,

Moving forks an inch to the right and then back to the left,

Trying not to say the wrong thing.

Lauren swayed with Aria at the window,

Watching the sunlight dance across the surface of the lake.

Do you remember when Mom taught us to skip stones?

Nathan asked,

As if they were continuing a conversation that had started years ago and only just resumed.

Nico's knife slowed.

You always got the most skips.

Well,

You threw low,

Nathan said,

Grinning.

I threw wild.

And Mom clapped for us both.

Nico looked up.

And this time,

The smile reached his eyes.

They ate in the soft clatter of ordinary things,

Bowls,

Spoons,

The kettle whistling.

Aria slept against Lauren's chest and sometimes let out a small sigh that made everyone pause and look.

After lunch,

The brothers carried chairs to the dock,

Working side by side.

There was a new ease between them.

Fewer dips into the old fights,

Fewer glances back at the ruins in their past.

They moved like men who had learned something the hard way and didn't want to waste it.

You're different,

Nathan said finally,

Setting down the last chair.

Since the hospital,

Since Aria,

He gestured vaguely out to the lake.

They stood close enough that their shoulders almost touched,

And the space between them didn't crackle with static anymore.

The wind lifted the ends of their sleeves.

A loon called from the far side of the bay,

That old,

Hollow song that held countless memories embedded into that sound.

Back inside,

Lauren lured into Elena's rocking chair and felt the comfort of Aria's little hand wrap around her finger.

She'd never known love could be so light and so intertwined with complexity all at once.

Watching the brothers through the window,

She felt something unclench.

Maybe this was how a new pattern began.

Not with some grand decision or big promise,

But with someone carrying a chair,

Someone making tea,

Someone telling the old story about skipping stones,

And then sharing some laughter.

That evening,

Nathan offered to take the first night shift.

I'm good at staying awake,

He said,

And they all laughed for reasons that had nothing to do with babies.

You sure?

Lauren asked.

He nodded.

I'd love to have this time with Aria.

I've got this.

Reconnections happened in moments like Nathan pacing in the hallway with Aria tucked along his forearm,

Whispering in low tones.

Lauren overheard Nathan telling her about the moon and how different it looked from the cottage than from his home.

He told her about the time he and Nico built a fort under the kitchen table and they swore they'd never come out until their mom slid them pancakes on a plate and it broke the spell.

He softly laughed when he told her about the time he and Nico snuck into the garden after dark,

Convinced they could catch fireflies,

And they ended up covered in mosquito bites and laughter instead.

In the doorway,

Nico leaned and listened.

He wasn't trying to supervise.

He was just letting the sound of his brother's voice thread itself through the rooms that used to hold their memories.

There was something so beautiful,

So quiet in the way Nathan's voice braided with their baby's breath,

Weaving tenderness into walls that had only known tension at one point.

At 3 a.

M.

,

Adriana announced herself with a howl that gathered the whole house.

Lauren sat up.

She's hungry again,

She said with a smile.

Lauren loved being a mom,

Every part of it,

Even the middle of the nights of such deep care and connection.

The next day,

The cottage filled with a kind of life that doesn't make a fuss about being a life.

Nico fixed the loose hinge on the screen door he'd ignored the last few visits.

Nathan took Aria for a long walk along the shoreline.

Narrating the names of trees the way Elena had taught them.

Lauren napped and woke and then napped again,

Slowly relearning the pleasure of being cared for.

At dusk,

They walked the shoreline,

The three of them,

With Aria in the sling,

Her breath a soft metronome against Lauren's chest.

The sunset streamed across the sky,

Reflecting on the lake.

Do you remember when mom brought us here in the winter?

Nathan asked,

Kicking a drift of leaves,

Said we had to see the lake hold its breath.

She said ice is just water deciding to stay,

Nico added,

And then spring is water remembering that it knows how to move.

Lauren tucked that away like a beautiful poem she wanted to remember.

They stopped at the old maple near the bend.

Elena had once tied a length of bright ribbon to one of the low branches and told the boys it marked a place they could always return to,

No matter what was happening at the house.

Do you ever feel like she's close here?

Lauren asked.

Nico nodded.

Only here.

Nathan slid a hand along the bark.

Me too.

They stood in a soft space of reconnection as Aria startled,

Then sighed,

And then fell heavier into sleep,

Granting them a few more minutes in which nothing needed to be decided.

Later on the porch,

They found a letter folded into a cookbook of Elena's,

Thin creased paper,

Her handwriting catching Nico and Nathan's heart.

It wasn't addressed to anyone,

Which made it feel like it was addressed to all of them.

If you're reading this,

It began,

I hope you're enjoying the cottage together.

She had written about the boys in a way that only a mother can,

Both exact and forgiving.

How Nathan had been born reaching,

How Nico had been born listening,

How she hoped they would one day be each other's trusted person,

The way brothers can know everything and still have each other's back.

She wrote nothing about their father,

As if he was left out of her heart,

Even in memory.

She wrote about wanting the best for them,

And how she wished she could meet their partners,

Their babies.

Nathan and Nico held each other's gaze at that,

And both burst out laughing,

Wonder what their mom would think of this situation.

Do you think she meant for us to find it now?

Nathan asked,

Voice caught in the place between laughter and the shaky voice of tears.

I guess she left it for us to find when we're ready,

Nico said.

They didn't make speeches.

They let the letters sit between them on the table.

Over the weeks,

The text thread between the brothers filled with photographs.

They began to share the sort of details that stack into trust.

How long the nap was,

Which lullaby worked,

When Lauren had finally slept more than four hours in a row.

Small certainties accumulated until they all felt like they were on new ground.