She’d spent so many years fighting. Now, finally, she could rest—not because the work was done, but because she’d done enough.
She opened her eyes, looked up at the stars, and whispered to the eight-year-old girl she used to be.
“We made it,” she said. “We’re safe. We’re loved. We’re free. Thank you for holding on. Thank you for surviving. I’m so proud of you.”
A shooting star streaked across the sky.
Elo smiled.
“Ready to go in?” she asked Sky.
“Yeah,” Sky said.
They climbed down, went inside, and closed the door behind them.
Two survivors.
Two friends.
Two women who had proven that survival is powerful, healing is possible, and love—love is everything.
