Chapter 11: The Apartment
The apartment they had all wanted so badly became my sanctuary.
I redecorated it. Painted the walls my favorite colors. Bought new furniture. Made it truly mine.
Some nights I still woke up shaking, remembering the sound of the plate hitting my head. Some days I still felt the old fear creeping in.
But every morning, I reminded myself of one thing:
May you like
I was no longer the woman who stayed quiet to keep the peace.
I was the woman who had finally decided to fight back.
