Chapter 10 - A New Year’s Promise
A year had passed since that night.
New Year's Eve had come around again.
But this time,
things were different.
The house was decorated with lights and silver streamers.
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of a roasting turkey.
The refrigerator was bursting with food.
Maya was wearing a beautiful blue dress,
chasing Liam around the Christmas tree.
I stood by the window,
watching the snow fall gently over Brooklyn.
I thought about where I was a year ago—
standing in a freezing,
dark apartment,
fearing for my family’s lives.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
There was a message from an unknown number.
It was a photo of a cheap apartment.
It was from Chloe.
"We're broke,
David.
Mom is sick.
Please help us."
I didn't feel anger.
I didn't feel pity.
I felt nothing at all.
I deleted the message and blocked the number.
Some bridges are meant to be burned so the path ahead can be clear.
I walked over to Maya and wrapped my arms around her.
"Happy New Year,"
I whispered into her hair.
"Happy New Year,
David,"
she replied,
leaning into me.
"Thank you for coming home early."
"I'll always come home early for you,"
I promised.
As the clock struck midnight,
we didn't watch the fireworks on TV.
We just watched our son sleep,
safe and warm and loved.
The past was a ghost,
and the future was ours to write.
May you like
We were finally home.
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