They Regretted It After I Gave Up Chapter 17

They Regretted It After I Gave Up Chapter 17

She wore a black dress, her hair down around her shoulders, her eyes swollen and red.

She stood at the entrance of the church, as if she didn’t dare come inside.

Mom saw her first.

They stood a few feet apart, neither one speaking.

After a moment, Tessa slowly walked to my memorial photo.

She looked at my picture, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Sister,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t know it would turn out like this.”

“I really, really didn’t know.”

Then she knelt and crossed herself.

Mom stood beside her, watching, her lips trembling.

She moved closer and seemed to want to touch Tessa’s hair.

But her hand stopped in midair and fell back to her side.

Because she didn’t know if she still had the right.

She was the one who had given this daughter away.

For more than a decade, she had never tried to see her, never held her.

Now, that child had come back, but only to attend her sister’s funeral.

What right did Mom have to comfort her?