I left the office and felt the sun on my face. The air had never been so fresh. Not because of the money—though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t help—but because, for the first time in my life, justice had been served.
I got into my car. It no longer felt like a place to hide and cry, but the vehicle of my new life. As I started the engine, I saw Curtis in the rearview mirror stumbling out of the building, shouting into his phone, probably cursing someone else.
I smiled.
His smile had vanished forever.
But mine had just begun.
