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

It merely gave betrayal a name the law could recognize.

The hidden assets did not make me strong.

They gave my strength tools.

And revenge, satisfying as it had once felt, was not the finest thing I built from the ruins.

The finest thing was a life in which no one had to become smaller to be loved.

Jude tugged my hand.

“Mom, can we get hot chocolate?”

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