The man smiled at me, then left. Four days later I was accompanied to a car and blindfolded.
It was true that I was not happy. I was not sad or frustrated, but I was far from content. Who am I to regret the decision? It was mine to make. No matter how things turned out, I can never regret my decisions.
I felt guilty for the first eight years, then I realized that we were all responsible. In truth, I had gotten the short end of the stick.
At least their story ended.