Sophia’s P.O.V

It had been two weeks since that horrific night—two weeks since I finally pulled myself and my girls out of that nightmare I once called a marriage. The days since had been slow, like a gentle unraveling of knots too tight to breathe through, but little by little, I was learning how to exist without the constant tension in my chest.

This morning, sunlight poured through the sheer curtains in the living room, soft and warm, and for once, I didn’t feel the need ...