stay the weekend. You don’t get anything from me, Vanessa, because that account is closed — the emergency fund, the free labor, the guest-room grandmother who paid your bills and asked for nothing. Thomas left me a home no one can take, and a gate I can close, and I’m using both. Drive safe back to Miami. Mind the HOA fee.”
The gate finished closing. And for the first time in years, I felt the specific, enormous peace of a boundary that holds.
Chapter 5: The Life That Lasts
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