“Come sit,” I said.
We talked for hours. About boundaries. About protection. About choosing yourself even when it feels wrong.
When she left, she had a plan. And hope.
That night, I locked up the bookstore and stepped into the cool air, stars scattered overhead.
They had burned a check once, thinking it would destroy me.
Instead, it freed me.
I was never just the money.
I was the woman who learned she was allowed to leave, allowed to choose, allowed to build something better.
And that made all the difference.
the end ❤️
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