Chapter 13 - The Old Onyx Room Invited Me Back Ten Years Later, and I Walked In as the Woman Who No Longer Needed Anyone’s PermissionThe Onyx Room had been renovated.
We attended its reopening.
I stood where I'd once been slapped.
I remembered the broken glass.
Trent.
The little hand grabbing my apron.
“Dad.”
Damian stood beside me.
“You remember?”
“Yes.”
“What do you feel?”
I smiled.
“Grateful.”
“For being attacked?”
“No.”
“For surviving.”
He kissed my hand.
“I was lucky to find you.”
May you like
I shook my head.
“We found each other.”
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