Naomi looked at the man who had once been her entire world, the man she had worked four jobs to save. She felt no anger, no urge for revenge. She felt nothing.
“I accept your apology,” she said calmly.
“Do you forgive me?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Naomi replied honestly. “But I don’t think about you anymore. You’re just not part of my life.”
She walked away and didn’t look back. That evening, sitting on her porch with Isaiah, watching the sunset, Naomi realized she had achieved the ultimate victory. She hadn’t just survived; she had thrived. She was no longer anyone’s slave. She was the architect of her own beautiful, peaceful life.
