She did not argue, celebrate, or seek validation.
She simply walked forward with Richard beside her, free from the weight of old wounds. In the months that followed, truths surfaced naturally, and circumstances unfolded without Hannah’s involvement. She focused on her present, her work, and the peace she had earned.
One evening, standing on her balcony overlooking the city lights, Hannah leaned into Richard’s warmth and felt gratitude—not for what she lost, but for what she had built.
The past no longer defined her. She had rewritten her own ending, quietly and completely.
