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“Yes,” I said. And realized, as I said it, that it was true. “I think I am.”
Elspeth smiled. Small and secret and satisfied.
“Good,” she said. “You deserve it.”
We watched the sunset until the colors faded, then went inside.
This is my life now, I thought. A monster husband who couldn’t cook. A sister who organized her anxiety into alphabetical order. A library full of books I hadn’t read yet. Wings growing beneath my skin.
It wasn’t the life I’d planned.
It was better.
