We carried it back into the nursery and I sat in it for a long time while the sun filled the room. The house was quiet, and for once, the silence did not feel like a heavy weight or a looming threat.
I saw Harrison’s wedding ring on the kitchen counter next to a pile of legal documents he had left behind. I did not touch the gold band, but I did pick up the folder that contained the records for Miller Manor.
Leaving Harrison did not fix everything in a single day, and it did not take away the fear that still lingered in my mind. But it gave me back the one thing he had worked so hard to make me forget over the last six years.
My name is Sarah Jane Miller, and I said it out loud until the words felt like they belonged to me again. My daughter moved inside of me as if she were acknowledging the change, and I knew we were going to be just fine.
THE END.
