I had said these things when they mattered most,” one entry reads. Overwhelmed, Cara wonders if this was his way of speaking to her without the barriers he couldn’t break in life. These written words bring her no closure, but they allow her to begin forgiving him—not for what he did,
but for what he couldn’t do. After months of living with his absence, Cara visits his grave. Holding the diary, she quietly speaks to him, sharing her life, her losses, and her small victories. “Goodbye, Philip,” she whispers, and for the first time, the word doesn’t feel heavy. It feels like release.