MY HUSBAND HAD ME SENT TO PRISON OVER HIS MISTRESS’S MISCARRIAGE — TWO YEARS LATER, I WALKED FREE AND LOCKED DOWN EVERY DOLLAR HE TOOK

Yours in a way the old house had never truly been after Marcus entered it.

Rain tapped softly against the windows.

You made tea.

You removed your mother’s bracelet and placed it inside a small velvet box beside your bed.

Then your phone buzzed.

A message from Celeste.

Dana’s hearing was granted. Good work.

You smiled.

A real smile.

Small, tired, yours.

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