“I understand,” I said.
“And are you signing voluntarily?”
I looked at my signature on the final page.
The last stroke curved downward, exactly as it always had.
“Yes.”
Outside the courthouse, Lily slipped her hand into mine.
My baby rested against my chest, safe and warm.
We walked down the same stone steps where Daniel had once promised I would lose everything.
He had been wrong.
I had lost the life he controlled.
What remained was mine.
