I didn’t feel victorious.
I felt free.
After the meeting, I walked outside.
The sun was setting over the city.
Daniel approached me.
“You know,” he said, smiling, “there’s still one question everyone keeps asking.”
“What question?”
He laughed.
“Why didn’t you destroy Aaron completely?”
I looked toward the skyline.
“Because I didn’t want revenge.”
I smiled softly.
“I wanted my life back.”
Daniel nodded.
Then he asked:
“And the jet?”
I laughed for the first time in months.
“Sold.”
“To whom?”
“I haven’t decided.”
He grinned.
“Your husband always said it was his favorite asset.”
I looked at him.
“No.”
I corrected him.
“It was never his.”
I walked away.
Behind me, the doors of Prescott Technologies closed.
And for the first time in four years, I didn’t look back.
