Chapter 11 - THE LIGHT AHEAD

Five years later, the ocean breeze of Monterey felt exactly like freedom. I stood on the balcony of my own home, sipping coffee as my fiancé wrapped his arms around my waist. I had built a thriving career as a paralegal, found a man who loved my scars, and created a life founded on absolute truth. They had tried to bury me in the dark, entirely forgetting that I was a seed.