He had it exactly backwards, the way liars usually do.
In the end I gave myself three things worth more than anything he ever took — the truth about who I am, my own name back on the door of my own life, and a future that belongs to no one on this earth but me.
And I held my daughter up to the last of the light, and she was not proof of anything, and she did not need to be.
She was simply mine.
That was enough.
It was everything.
THE END.