“You’ve fought long enough, my dear girl. Let someone else fight for you.”
I couldn’t stop the tears this time. They fell, hot and unbidden.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Outside, Noah laughed, water splashing into the warm evening air. And for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe…
Maybe, just maybe, we were finally safe.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental.
The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
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