Chapter 33
Avery's POV
The document that had controlled half my life died on a Tuesday afternoon.
No fire.
No dramatic tearing.
No one standing over me saying I was finally free.
Just signatures.
Lawyers.
A conference room.
And a sentence that should have existed elev
Chapter 34
Avery's POV
Several months later, I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant and arguing with a contractor about cabinet handles. That was how I knew my life had improved.
"Those are not the ones I chose."
The contractor looked at the brushed brass handles already
Chapter 35
Avery's POV
Labor was less graceful than every movie had lied about. There was no soft music.
No perfect breathing.
No beautiful speech about motherhood.
There was pain.
A lot of it. There was Maya telling me I was doing great when I was very obviously threatening