Peace at Last
When the door shut, I poured myself a glass of wine, kicked off my shoes, and opened every window in the house.
Cool fall air rushed in.
The quiet wasn’t suffocating anymore—it was mine.
No more pretending. No more compromises. Just peace.
And for the first time in nineteen years, I felt truly at home in my own house.
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