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I hike without checking my phone.
I laugh loudly in restaurants.
And when I catch my reflection in dark glass, I no longer see the woman frozen outside a bedroom door.
I see someone whole.
Michael made his choice that Thursday afternoon.
He chose fantasy.
He chose ego.
But his betrayal gave me something he never intended to give me:
my freedom.
The money gave me independence.
Walking away gave me myself.
The End
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