Chapter 5: The Life We Chose
Months later, I stood by a window—not in fear, but in peace.
My son slept nearby, his tiny breaths steady and warm.
The city lights outside no longer felt distant.
They felt like possibility.
“You don’t have to hide anymore,” my father said gently.
I smiled.
“I’m not hiding,” I replied. “I’m choosing.”
Choosing peace.
Choosing truth.
Choosing a life built not on power or fear—but on love.
I looked at my son and whispered,
“No one will ever take you from me.”
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And this time…
There was no one left who could.
