She started laughing again.
A real laugh. Light. free.
Sometimes, late at night, Isabella would ask,
“Is it really over?”
And I’d answer,
“Yes. It is.”
People used to call me broken. Dangerous. Too much.
Maybe they were right.
But that “too much” is what saved us.
Because sometimes, the difference between being broken and being free…
is having the courage to stand up to what’s wrong.
My name is Vanessa Cruz.
I spent ten years locked away because people feared what I felt.
But when my sister needed me—
I finally understood something.
I was never broken.
I was just the only one willing to fight.
And this time—
That made all the difference.
