The Price Of Freedom

HAZEL VOSS

The suite was too quiet after the storm.

The marriage certificate still lay discarded on the floor like a taunt. I sat slumped on the couch, a dull ache blossoming behind my eyes, my thoughts a tangled mess. Tristan hadn’t spoken since sitting beside me—he just… stayed. Solid. Steady.

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