Chapter 9 - Claire's New LifeA year later, Claire moved into her own home.

It wasn't large.
It didn't need to be.
She painted the walls light blue.
She planted flowers.
She adopted a dog.
And she started working with survivors of domestic violence.
One evening, she called me.
“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“I got my first client.”
“How did it go?”
“She reminded me of myself.”
I was quiet.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
Then she laughed.
“She kept saying she was scared.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That fear doesn't mean you're weak.”
I smiled.
“That sounds familiar.”
“I learned from someone.”
“Who?”
“My father.”
I looked out the window.
For the first time in months, I felt peace.
Not victory.
Not revenge.
Peace.
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Claire had survived.
And she was helping someone else survive too.