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He thought for a moment, then nodded.
“I think so,” he said. “I think we can do anything now.”
I pulled him close.
“Yes,” I whispered. “We can.”
We sat beneath the porch light, watching the sky darken, feeling the future open quietly in front of us.
Marcus had tried to turn our home into our grave.
But we survived.
He had tried to erase us.
But we were still here.
And for the first time in a long time, I did not feel trapped by the past.
We were free.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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