Chapter 12 - Learning to BreatheHealing was not cinematic.
There were no dramatic musical scores.
No perfect mornings.
Some nights I woke up sweating.
Sometimes the sound of a door slamming made my heart race.
Sometimes I looked into a mirror and remembered the woman who had apologized for things she hadn't done.
But slowly, that woman disappeared.
I learned to sleep.
I learned to laugh.
I learned that peace could feel strange after years of chaos.
David remained beside me.
Not as a savior.
As a friend.
One evening, we sat on the terrace overlooking the canyon.
"You know," he said, "you've built something bigger than the Harrington empire."
I smiled.
"I didn't build it to beat them."
"I know."
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I looked toward the sunset.
"I built it because I know what it feels like to believe you're trapped."
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