I noticed her as soon as I boarded the plane—sitting by the window, tense and silent. After some turbulence, she handed me a crumpled envelope and asked, “Do you believe in second chances?”
The name on it shocked me—it was the man I’d escaped years ago. She revealed she was his mother, and we hadn’t spoken in five years. He was the husband who controlled and isolated me.
She was sick and wanted to make amends. Inside the envelope was a letter—an apology and a goodbye.
After she passed away, her son called me to apologize, not for forgiveness, but to say sorry.
Months later, I got a photo from her with a note thanking me for helping her find peace.
Second chances aren’t always what you expect, but sometimes, a stranger on a plane can change everything.
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