“Claire?”
“I’m here.”
“You okay?”
I looked toward the ocean.
For years, I had imagined revenge would feel like fire.
It didn’t.
It felt like quiet.
Like waking without fear.
Like owning my name again.
I smiled.
“I’m more than okay.”
Then I ended the call, put my phone aside, and watched the tide come in.
Daniel had stolen two years of my life.
But he made one fatal mistake.
He left me alive long enough to take the rest of it back.
