“When did you watch the movie?” I ask quietly. “When you were in Washington,” Freya says as she sets down her coffee. “I cried. A lot.” I peer up at her. “Why?” She smiles faintly. “Because it’s about waiting for the one you love for a long time, after they’ve hurt you and you’ve hurt them. It’s about deciding the outside world doesn’t get to dictate your happiness, about forgiveness and second chances and love that grows with people as they grow, too.”
