I thought about Thanksgiving night, the fifty-dollar bill, the blue necklace, the way I had stood in the snow with my whole future in one envelope and no one inside the house brave enough to love me out loud.

Then I thought about my father’s hands.

Slow work lasts.

He had been right.

The cabin lasted.

The truth lasted.

So did I.

I turned off the porch light and locked the door.

The deadbolt slid into place with a solid sound that traveled through the wood, through my hand, through every year I had survived being treated like a guest in my own life.

I was not waiting to be chosen anymore.

I had chosen myself.

And no one would ever sell my peace again.

THE END!

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