“It’s not supposed to,” Phoebe said, surprising him.
Jason blinked, staring at him.
“It’s not about him. It’s about you and what holding onto your resentment is doing to you.”
“How can I forgive him after what he did?”
Phoebe shook her head, “It’s not about forgiving him. It’s about letting it go. After Graham rejected me, I held onto that hurt for years. It slowly ate away at me. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to leave my room.”
Jason tensed, stifling a growl at the mention of her former mate. She stroked his cheek, soothing him.
“I hated him so much, and it made me hate myself,” Phoebe sighed. “I wondered what was wrong with me that he didn’t want me.”
“Phoebe, there is nothing wrong with you.”
“I know. But it took me quite a while to get there,” Phoebe smiled.
