When the sun sets behind the skyline of Chicago, I sometimes remember the piercing monitor tone that was meant to signify my end. That sound became my beginning.
I gather my children inside as evening settles, and laughter fills the halls once poisoned by deceit. The house is bright, secure, and unmistakably ours.
Life is fragile, but resilience can transform attempted tragedy into enduring strength. I did not return from death for vengeance alone. I returned to ensure that no one would ever silence me again.
