The Woman Who Built the Shovel
The maple leaves rustled like applause in the wind.
The brick house behind me glowed with warm, steady, impenetrable light. Every lock changed. Every room purged.
Every asset secured. Ethan Bennett believed he was leaving me with absolutely nothing. He failed to understand that what he dragged away to Cancun was the miserable life I no longer wished to live.
What he left behind was the only thing that mattered. My house. My money. My peace. My name.
THE END.
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