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My father stood firm beside me, and my mother, though shattered, finally understood.
When we left, something inside me settled.
Not peace in the traditional sense, but a boundary.
A final one.
That night, I shredded Brittany’s last letter without reading it.
Some people do not deserve redemption.
They deserve distance.
And for the first time since that night in the living room, I felt something steady return to me.
Not the past. But something real enough to build a future on.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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