Olivia wasn’t “help.” She was a child who had lost her mother. And what she needed was care, not responsibility forced on her when she was already broken.
Lydia cried. She apologized to Olivia.
Olivia didn’t forgive her. Not verbally. She just nodded. That was enough for now.
As I left, I warned Lydia that I lived close. And next time, I’d bring more suitcases.
Sometimes karma doesn’t arrive loudly.
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