Chicago
A director position opened in our Chicago branch. I applied like my life depended on it—and maybe it did.
The offer came two weeks later.
While packing, Mom helped fold sweaters as I sealed boxes.
“Will you ever consider forgiving Stephanie?”
“I don’t know, Mom. Not now.”
“Forgiveness isn’t about them deserving it,” she said softly. “It’s about freeing yourself.”
“I am freeing myself. I’m moving.”
“Running isn’t the same as healing, sweetheart.”
“I just need space to even begin.”
She squeezed my hands. “Promise you’ll call.”
“I promise.”
Chicago was lonely at first. I worked late, lived on takeout, and fell asleep exhausted every night.
Then one Sunday, Mom called.
“I’d rather you hear it from me than see it online. Stephanie and Nathan were married yesterday.”
The society-page photo showed her in a simple white dress—my former ring gleaming on her hand.
That night was my lowest point.
By morning, I’d made a decision: no more giving them power over my happiness.
I deleted every photo, blocked them both, and took a long shower, picturing the ache washing away.
Summary: Rebecca takes her first true step toward peace—a clean break.
