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Chapter 11 - THE WOMAN WHO REFUSED TO BE A PRISONER

Nico offered me a choice.

I could remain in the penthouse.

Move into a separate apartment.

Or leave New York entirely.

I chose a small apartment overlooking the Hudson.

For the first time, I had a front door nobody else controlled.

I began seeing a therapist.

I enrolled in a university program I'd abandoned years earlier.

And I started rebuilding my life.

Nico visited occasionally.

Only when I invited him.

He brought flowers.

Books.

And once, a terrible homemade cake that tasted like burnt sugar.

I laughed so hard I cried.

Nico stared.

“What?”

I shook my head.

“You're a terrible baker.”

He smiled.

“Apparently.”

For the first time, I saw him as something other than a mafia boss.

A man.

Imperfect.

May you like

Trying.

And learning.

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