The Letter in My Purse
And standing in that ballroom, refusing for the first time in over a decade to make myself smaller for him, refusing to hush my son or soften the truth or manage his comfort, I felt something return that I had not felt in years.
It was not anger, exactly.
It was size.
I was taking up my own full space again, in public, out loud, and it turned out I had forgotten what that even felt like.
Chapter 21 — No, Stay
Chloe had gone pale now too, and she took a step backward, her poise finally cracking.
“Julian,” she said, “I think I should leave.”
“No,” Julian said quickly, and he reached out and took hold of her forearm.
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