Daniel approached us, his expression one of contrition and affection. “I’m sorry, Sarah,” he said softly, acknowledging the sting of Charlotte’s words with a look of regret. “And thank you, Noah. You’ve reminded me of what’s really important today.”

Charlotte, too, seemed to have a change of heart. She approached with a tentative smile, offering an apology. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sarah. I’m sorry. Sometimes, I don’t think before I speak.”

I nodded, accepting her apology, though it would take time to heal. But Noah’s act of bravery had already begun mending the rift, reminding us all of the strength found in family bonds.