“No,” she answered calmly. “It was only the place where I stayed silent for too long.”
She opened the door and stepped into the hallway while Scott’s voice faded behind her. Outside the building Megan inhaled deeply and felt neither revenge nor triumph.
She felt silence.
Her phone vibrated with a message from a customer who loved the embroidery she had delivered and wanted to order another one. Megan allowed herself a small private smile before continuing down the street with her bag over her shoulder and her back straight, certain that somewhere ahead waited a drawing table, bright colors, and a life that finally belonged to her.
