That grief and loss could hollow you out—but they could also show you what you were made of.
And I was made of steel covered in silk. Soft enough to love deeply. Strong enough to protect myself when that love was betrayed.
Michael and Eleanor had thought my grief made me weak. Vulnerable. Easy to manipulate.
They’d been wrong.
My grief had made me clear-eyed. Had stripped away the illusions. Had forced me to see the truth.
And the truth had set me free.
I fell asleep that night thinking about the future. Not the one I’d lost, but the one I could still build.
A future without lies. Without betrayal. Without people who saw my love as weakness to exploit.
A future that belonged to me.
And only me.
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