The Woman Who Belonged to Herself
“I wasn’t certain you’d enjoy a room where no one feared you.”
“I’m learning to survive it.”
She smiled. It was a real smile this time.
Outside, two black sedans waited at the curb. Not twelve Rolls-Royces. No convoy. No public declaration of power.
Adrian looked at the cars, then at her. “Do you remember the night you left?”
“Every minute.”