When I stepped back onto the busy street Garrett slipped his hand into mine and asked softly how I felt after the meeting.
“I feel peaceful,” I replied honestly. “Like the past finally stopped following me.”
That evening our home filled with laughter as friends gathered around the dining table while sunlight faded across the water outside our windows.
My father once tried to purchase my loss, but the decision that followed gave me something far more valuable than revenge. It gave me a life entirely built on my own choices.
