No Longer Your Prisoner

I know exactly how this story ends. I've lived it once — loving a man who couldn't see me, begging at his feet while our daughter burned with fever, drowning myself in a river he never looked back at. But I came back. And this time, I'm not fighting for his love, not explaining myself, not waiting to be chosen. I packed my sewing kit, pawned my mother's brooch, and built something he'll never be able to take from me. This life belongs to me and Tina. It always did.