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Having choices again was strange.
Not bad. Not overwhelming in the dramatic way people always talked about freedom, like the second a cage opened you were supposed to sprint through the door with your arms thrown wide.
Mostly, it felt quiet.
My new phone sat on Benny’s kitchen counter with a passcode nobody knew but me. My keys were in my purse. The SUV was outside, and if I wanted to take Millie somewhere tomorrow, I didn’t have to ask anybody for permission or wait for someone to drive us.
There were divorce papers moving through an attorney’s office with my signature on them. There would be a restraining order.
For years, every version of my future had Havoc standing somewhere in the middle of it, blocking whatever direction I tried to move.
Now he wasn’t there.
Nixx was.
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