The Beginning of Forgiveness

Sophia's POV

Forgiveness, I was discovering, was not a single moment. It was not a door you walked through and found yourself on the other side of. It was a practice — daily, imperfect, requiring constant renewal in the face of a past that did not obligingly disappear just because you had decided to move beyond it.

I had not forgiven Leonidas. I wanted to be honest about that, at least in the privacy of my own mind. The rage was still there — not the roaring, ...