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But firmly.
Escorting them out.
As the elevator doors closed on their broken faces, I finally exhaled.
Not in anger.
Not in victory.
But in release.
Six months later—
I stood on the balcony, holding my newborn son.
Safe.
Warm.
Far from everything that tried to break us.
“They thought I had nothing,” I whispered softly, looking down at him.
“But they were wrong.”
I kissed his forehead.
“I had everything they didn’t understand.”
And this time—
No one was left in the dark.
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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