HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

alive.

The building beneath his former office became housing for workers and their families.

The child created from betrayal grew up surrounded by honesty.

And the woman who once sat three chairs away from her own husband finally stopped measuring her life by what had been taken from her.

I had not lost my family.

I had learned how to build one.

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