“Thanks for being here for me when I needed you, Mom. I haven’t given you credit. You’ve been a good Mom… good enough.”

“Thanks, honey,” Ellen smiled ruefully. “I know I wasn’t perfect.”

“It’s time for me to go back to my life. But you deserve to know what… what Joe did to me.” She blinked hot tears from her eyes.

Ellen took her hand. “Darling, I would like to know. But you don’t have to tell me. It won’t matter. Joe is out of my life. I know all I need to.”

“I want to tell you, Mom…but…it’s hard!”

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