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“I know. Congratulations.”
I’d already paid for a month at an extended-stay hotel. After that, they were on their own.
“You’ll regret this,” Ethan muttered bitterly.
“Maybe,” I said. “But at least I won’t regret funding my own replacement.”
They left in silence, dragging their luggage behind them.
The house felt quiet after the door shut.
For the first time in years, it felt like it belonged to me.
Because it did.
And so did my future.
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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