Chapter 18 - A New LifeOne year later, I moved into a small house outside Atlanta.
It wasn't luxurious.
It didn't have marble floors or a massive backyard.
But every room belonged to me.
Noah had his own bedroom.
My daughter had a nursery filled with sunlight.
And the kitchen smelled like cinnamon every Sunday morning.
I began writing.
At first, it was therapy.
Then it became something more.
I wrote about women who survived impossible things.
Women who lost everything and discovered they had been carrying something stronger all along.
My first novel became a bestseller.
The title was simple:
The Woman Who Survived.
Lila laughed when she saw it.
"You realize you're going to make everyone cry."
"Good."
May you like
I smiled.
"Maybe someone needs to know they can survive too."
