Damian’s eyes held determination as we drove away from the house that had been my prison for the morning. Betrayal from Kenneth and Catherine had finally come to a head, and I realized I deserved better.
“Today made everything clear,” I admitted. Damian’s calm presence was a lifeline—the brother who had always believed in me.
At his office, a sanctuary of warmth and calm, he handled everything with quiet efficiency while I let myself breathe, sip tea, and imagine freedom, independence, and maybe even happiness.
With his support, the morning’s pain began to fade. The future was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, I felt hope.
