Chapter 25
He looked down at me.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I said, smiling.
Then I changed my mind.
“Actually, I'm really happy.”
His expression softened.
“Good.”
And the beautiful thing was that I didn't need him to say anything more.
Because after twenty-seven years of trying to be enough for someone else, I had finally learned that my happiness didn't need anyone's permission.
Not Daniel's.
Not Michael's.
Not anyone's.
It belonged to me.
And this time, I intended to keep it.
THE END.
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