Chapter 5 - The First Breath of Spring
The aftermath was a whirlwind of blue lights and handcuffs.
Kalin was led out of the building in front of the same reporters he had invited to witness my humiliation.
Tamson followed shortly after,
her designer heels clicking frantically on the pavement as she tried to shield her face.
I stood on the steps of the Thorne building,
watching them go.
The air was cold,
but it no longer felt sharp.
It felt fresh.
A shadow fell over me,
and I didn't need to turn to know who it was.
"You did well,"
Julian said,
standing a respectful distance away.
"I didn't do it alone,"
I reminded him.
"But you were the one who took the final step."
He looked at the crowd of reporters,
then back at me.
"What will you do now,
Saraphina?
The Winslow name is cleared.
The debt is gone.
You are a very wealthy,
very free woman."
I looked at my hands.
They were no longer shaking.
"I think I want to go somewhere where no one knows my name,"
I said.
"Somewhere where the only thing I have to be is myself."
Julian nodded,
his expression unreadable.
"I understand.
But if you ever decide you want to build something new...
something that doesn't involve revenge...
you know where to find me."
He began to walk away,
his long strides taking him toward his car.
"Julian!"
I called out.
He stopped and turned.
"Why did you have a bug on Tamson’s pendant weeks ago?"
I asked,
a small smile tugging at my lips.
"Were you planning to save me all along?"
Julian stayed silent for a long moment,
the wind catching his hair.
"I wasn't planning to save a damsel,
Saraphina,"
he said eventually.
"I was waiting for a queen to realize she was wearing a crown."
He got into his car and drove away,
leaving me standing in the heart of the city.
I took a deep breath,
the scent of the coming spring filling my lungs.
For the first time in my life,
the silence wasn't a weapon.
It wasn't a skill I had perfected to survive.
It was a blank page.
And I finally had my own pen.
I turned away from the Thorne building,
leaving the sapphire gown and the broken glass behind me.
The sun was beginning to break through the clouds,
shining on the wet pavement like a path made of diamonds.
I walked forward,
and for the first time in two years,
I didn't look back.
I was no longer a Thorne,
and I was no longer just a Winslow.
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I was Saraphina.
And that was more than enough.
