Three days later Nora came to see me.
She looked different.
Broken.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
I didn't answer.
"Mom manipulated me too."
Silence.
"I thought I was fighting for myself."
Tears filled her eyes.
"But I was just her pawn."
I studied her face.
For the first time she didn't look like my enemy.
Just family that got lost.
"Can we start again?" she asked.
I didn't answer immediately.
Because trust isn't repaired in one day.
But I also knew something else.
Hate destroys faster than forgiveness.
"We'll see," I said.