Chapter 9 - The Home We Chose
On our tenth anniversary, Evan asked me to close my eyes.
“I hate surprises.”
“I know.”
“I once found my son because of a surprise.”
He laughed.
“This one is safe.”
He led me outside.
I opened my eyes.
A garden.
Children running.
My mother sitting beneath an umbrella.
Megan holding a cake.
Marcus standing awkwardly beside the barbecue.
And Noah.
He was fourteen now.
Tall.
Dark-haired.
His smile reminded me of Evan.
His eyes reminded me of me.
He held a photograph.
Our wedding photograph.
The one I had carried out of the safe house.
I stared.
“What is that?”
Noah smiled.
“Dad told me what happened.”
Evan looked nervous.
“I thought he deserved to know.”
Noah stepped toward me.
“Mom.”
“Yes?”
“Did you really think Dad didn't love you?”
The question broke something open inside me.
“Sometimes.”
Noah looked at Evan.
“Did you really make Mom think you had another woman?”
Evan nodded.
“Yes.”
Noah frowned.
“That was stupid.”
Everyone laughed.
Evan sighed.
“Very.”
Noah handed me the photograph.
“I wrote something.”
On the back was a sentence.
The family we have now is stronger because the truth finally came home.
I hugged him.
Evan looked away.
I could see tears in his eyes.
Later that evening, after everyone left, we sat together on the porch.
“Do you ever regret marrying me?” Evan asked.
I thought about the question.
“I regret what happened.”
“That wasn't what I asked.”
I looked at him.
“No.”
He smiled.
“Good.”
“But I wouldn't erase it.”
He frowned.
“Why?”
“Because then I wouldn't know what you became.”
He took my hand.
“I became a man who finally understands that love isn't possession.”
I leaned against his shoulder.
“And?”
“And home isn't where I tell you to stay.”
I smiled.
“Then what is home?”
He kissed my forehead.
“Where you choose to come back.”
I closed my eyes.
For the first time, I felt completely safe.
Not because Evan was powerful.
Not because men guarded our gates.
Not because enemies were gone.
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Because I knew that if tomorrow came and I wanted to leave, the door would still open.
And that freedom made staying mean something.
