“Because I wanted to be loved for myself, not for what I own,” she answered. “What happened only revealed who he truly was.”
She watched her daughters chase seagulls along the shore. Their laughter carried in the wind. The past no longer hurt. It had shaped her. It had saved her from a lifetime in a house she owned yet never felt safe inside.
That night in the snow had been cruel. It had also been a door.
A door she walked through, carrying her children, into a life where no one could ever throw them out again.
