Love's Redemption

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Bree was visibly taken aback for a moment, then she smiled warmly.

“What are you saying, child? You can’t lose faith in men just because of that rascal. While there certainly are bad men out there, there are plenty more good ones,” Bree said with a touch of humor.

Even in her 50s, she spoke with a modern flair.

I laughed. “There are good men. I’m just not interested for now. I need some time to myself,” I said to deter her from adding anything else. Some subjects were better left untouched to avoid awkwardness.

“I guess so.”

I was relieved at her response, but then she quickly pivoted. “Still, it’s best to start looking early. The good ones get snapped up fast.”

We both laughed before Bree added a compliment, “With how beautiful and kind you are, whoever ends up with you will be the luckiest man alive.”

It made me nervous, but I played along. “It’s as you said, only the best can match my worth. Until that man comes along, I’d rather wait.”

“Exactly, I agree. Never settle for less, and never… just find anybody to settle with because of a little beartache.”

Those words were clearly about Brandon.

I responded directly. “I would never enter into a relationship carelessly. If I ever decide on someone, it would be because they’re the best for me.”

It was my way of letting Bree know that my decisions were based on careful consideration rather than on impulse, including my decision to let go of Chris.

Bree looked at me, not saying anything more. Having watched me grow up over the past ten years, she knew of my temperament well.

“That’s good to know,” she finally said, ending the conversation.

I continued my meal quietly. When I was almost done, Bree suddenly asked, ” Did you visit your parents‘ hometown recently?”

I looked up at her.

“Chris told me,” she explained. “He still worries about you.”

She chuckled. “Even if you two did not end up as lovers, you still grew up. together. We’re already family.”

“Mmhm.” I acknowledged softly.

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“I remember your parents saying they sold their house there when they moved to Hilcord, and there weren’t any relatives left there,” Bree approached the subject carefully.

I was silent for a few seconds before speaking. “My dad always talked about it when he was still alive. He said he would take me there someday. I wanted to fulfill his wish and also visit the place I

was born in.”

I didn’t hide this from Bree. It was the truth and wasn’t anything that couldn’t

be shared.

“Did you find anything meaningful?” Bree asked.

For some reason, Brandon was the first thing that came to mind, then the courtyard, and finally, Kelly.

“Things have changed,” I replied briefly. I didn’t go into the details since they didn’t concern her.

“It’s been 20 years after all.” Bree lamented.

I was still very young when my parents took me there. I couldn’t even

remember the exact location. Time had really gone by.

“Let us know when you go somewhere next time. We were worried about you.”

I apologized. “I’m sorry, Bree. That was my mistake.”

“Silly child. It’s not your fault, it’s just…” She trailed off, but I understood.

Bree stayed with me until I finished eating, only leaving when I said I needed to

get back to work.

She reminded me again to go home once I had the time and assured me that Gildon estate would always be my home,