Chapter 19 - Shredding the Past
One crisp autumn afternoon, a letter arrived in the mail with the return address of the state penitentiary.
It was written in Marcus’s messy handwriting, begging for my forgiveness and asking me to visit him.
He wrote about how much he missed me, how he had found religion, and how he wanted to make amends.
I stood in my gorgeous new kitchen, holding the cheap prison paper in my hands.
I didn't feel anger, sadness, or even a hint of pity.
I felt absolutely nothing for the man who had tried to steal my life and my home.
I slowly walked over to the kitchen island and fed the letter directly into the paper shredder.
I watched the words of his pathetic apology get sliced into tiny, meaningless ribbons.
I was never going to visit him, and I was never going to write back.
Margaret Vance did not look backward, she only moved fiercely forward.
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I threw the shredded paper into the recycling bin and went back to preparing a wonderful roast for dinner.
My life was perfectly complete exactly as it was.
