Chapter One Hundred And Fifty
Five years passed by very quickly. The rainy city of Manchester had fully become our home. The dark, cold memories of Chicago felt like they belonged to a completely different person from a completely different lifetime. I was no longer that broken, crying girl who had collapsed on the floor of an empty penthouse. I was a mother, a successful professional, and a woman who had built a safe, peaceful life out of nothing but sheer determination and love.
My life had changed in so many beautiful ways. I was still working at the international humanitarian organization, but I had been promoted over the years. I was now managing large relief programs, helping to send food, clean water, and medical supplies to children in desperate need all across the globe. The wor
