And everything I have now is a product of my regret. The bank account that’s no longer at risk of being in the negative, the buttery leather seats of my Audi, the family I’ve gained. Each one serves as a reminder that our actions have consequences. That there are no do-overs in life. So I spend my days trying to right my wrongs the only way I know how. I see her in every broken girl whose file comes across my desk. She’s not just a part of my story, she’s the story. It all began with her.
