It would respect it.
I thought back to the night I’d hidden beneath Damien’s desk.
Barefoot.
Terrified.
Certain my life was about to collapse.
I remembered Brandon’s furious voice.
The guards standing near the wall.
The powerful stranger who refused to decide my future for me.
And those three words.
She decides.
At the time, I thought Damien had been speaking to my husband.
Now I realized he’d been speaking to me too.
Reminding me of something I’d almost forgotten.
My life was mine.
My voice mattered.
My future belonged to me.
And no matter how much power another person possessed, nobody had the right to take those things away.
That was the night I stopped living as the woman Brandon wanted me to be.
And began becoming the woman I had always been underneath the fear.
I was Hannah Mitchell.
May you like
I was no longer hiding.
And this time, I was the one deciding how my story would end.
