CHAPTER 10: THE LANDSCAPE OF FREEDOM
CHAPTER 10: THE LANDSCAPE OF FREEDOM
Two years later.
The northern valley land was absolutely breathtaking in the peak of the summer sun. Wildflowers covered the rolling hills where Grandpa had once walked as a young man.
We didn't build a mansion here.
There were no grand crystal chandeliers, no massive marble tables, and no assigned seats. We built a small, beautiful home with wide glass windows that let in the clean mountain air.
Maisie ran across the green grass, her laughter a bright, musical sound that filled the afternoon.
She didn't look back to see if someone was angry at her. She didn't wonder if she belonged.
Chelsea sat on the wooden porch with me, holding a cold glass of iced tea.
“It’s remarkably peaceful out here,” she said softly, watching the clouds move over the valley.
“It is,” I agreed, leaning back against the chair.
Lies can build a beautiful cage that stands for decades, convincing you that you are nothing without the bars. But love only needs a single patch of honest earth to grow something that lasts forever.
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I watched my daughter smile under the open sky.
We were finally home. And this time, the doors were wide open.
