His throat squeezed shut. He couldn’t finish the sentence without emotion leaking into it. The two men stood before the dark window for another minute before Fletcher murmured, “You’ve been holding it in for thirteen years. Let it go.”
He doesnt have to see them to let go of past pain. Seeing them is not the goal. Healing is. He can sti let go and even forgive without ever seeing them. Its unnessessary. It can be retraumatizing.
