This wasn’t about revenge.
Not about locking them out.
Not about money or lawsuits.
It was this:
I was alive.
My son was safe.
And the pain ended with me.
That night, when they locked me in, they thought they were punishing me.
They were actually pushing me toward the only door I had never opened.
The way out.
I kissed Lucas’s forehead.
“You’ll never have to beg for love,” I whispered.
My phone buzzed.
Final ruling confirmed.
Custody granted.
Case closed.
I smiled.
For the first time since that day…
I felt free.
