Chapter 12 - The House That Once Felt Like a Prison Became the Place Where My Daughter Learned What Love Was Supposed to Look LikeYears later, we visited the property where Derek and I had lived.
It had been sold.
Converted into apartments.
We stood outside.
Elena asked:
“Did you live here?”
“Yes.”
“Was it bad?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you stay?”
I looked at her.
“Because I was afraid.”
She held my hand.
“Were you scared of Daddy?”
“No.”
She looked at Vincent.
“Did Daddy save you?”
I smiled.
“He helped.”
“And you saved yourself?”
“Yes.”
She nodded.
“I like that.”
We walked away.
The house no longer owned me.
May you like
It was just a building.
That mattered.
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