Rebecca Hale — The Second Ledger
That was a relief.
I did not need one more dramatic conversation with Trevor in a hallway.
After signing the last document, I walked to a small café and ordered a slice of lemon cake.
I used to think closure would feel like a door slamming.
Instead, it felt like being able to sit at a table alone without wondering whether the person who hurt me would walk in.
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