“Do you think you can forgive Marcus now?” “Oh, honey,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “If Marcus really is innocent, I hope you will forgive me for keeping him from you all these years. I hope you understand why I did it, that I was only trying to protect you. I still am, the best way I know how.” I leaned over and wrapped my arms around Mom’s waist, and we gave each other a big squeeze. “It’s okay. I forgive you.”
