Chapter 25 - The Garden Was Still Hers

The following spring, Clara planted white roses beside the pool.
The same place where the wedding ring had disappeared.
She worked alone.
No staff.
No security.
No attorney.
Just her hands in the soil.
Marcus found her there.
“You're doing this yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Clara looked at the roses.
“Because I can.”
He smiled.
“You've changed.”
She nodded.
“I had to.”
The first flowers opened several weeks later.
Clara stood among them at sunset.
She remembered the woman she had been at the pool party.
Angry.
Humiliated.
Prepared.
That woman had saved herself.
But she had also been afraid.
Now she wasn't.
Not because she believed nobody could hurt her again.
Because she knew she could survive if someone did.
That was different.
May you like
And stronger.
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