CHAPTER 20: THE PEACE
Ten years after my eighteenth birthday, I stood on the porch of my lake house, watching the sunset.
The house was beautiful. I had restored it completely. The porches were new. The dock had been rebuilt. The gardens were blooming.
It was everything I had ever wanted.
And it was mine.
I thought about my journey. The pain. The loss. The fight.
I thought about my mother. In prison. Changing. Or not.
I thought about my father. Rebuilding his life. Finding peace.
I thought about Grant. Vanished. Maybe gone forever.
And I thought about myself.
I had survived. I had thrived. I had built a life from nothing.
I had won.
I took a sip of my tea and smiled.
The sun dipped below the horizon.
And I felt at peace.
Finally.
Truly.
Completely.
May you like
For the first time in my life.
THE END
