At my sister’s wedding, my parents demanded i hand…

about next week’s board meeting. I answered, laughing at something he said about the new CEO’s efficiency.

The city glowed below.

I was home.

Not the building. Not the address. But the life I had built, the boundaries I had set, the power I had claimed.

My grandmother had given me the tools. I had used them to build something they could never take.

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