Michael opened the car door. “You ready?”
“I’ve been ready,” she said. “I was just scared.”
As they drove through town, memories of years spent shrinking herself flickered past—the coffee shop she avoided, the bookstore she abandoned, the park bench where she used to read. Her phone buzzed with Daniel’s name. She turned it off.
At Michael’s house, their mother rushed to embrace her. Emily laughed—a sound unfamiliar yet comforting. That night, wrapped in a childhood quilt, she felt a peace she hadn’t known in years.
Across town, Daniel stared at half-eaten pancakes, realizing too late that silence had never been submission. Emily pressed a hand to her chest. The pain was fading. She had chosen herself. Chosen safety. Chosen truth.
“I’m free,” she whispered, finally to the version of herself who had waited so long for this moment.
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