Chapter 22 - Maya's Departure
Six months after the trial, Maya packed her bags.
She wasn't running. She was relocating to Paris to study fashion design—a dream Marcus had violently forbidden her from pursuing.
Evelyn stood by the front doors as the taxi idled in the driveway. Maya looked radiant. The bruises were long gone, replaced by a fierce, undeniable glow of independence.
"I don't know how to thank you," Maya said, hugging Evelyn tightly.
May you like
"You already have," Evelyn whispered. "By walking out those doors and living your life. Go be brilliant, Maya."
Maya stepped into the taxi. As it drove down the winding driveway, Evelyn felt a profound sense of closure. Every woman who left this house was a victory against the dark.
