Chapter 88
- Stacey's POV:
- It was strange how peace could feel so much like trembling.
- The morning after I told Michael the truth, I woke with my chest lighter but my limbs heavy, as if I had dragged my heart through fire the night before. The silence of the house was loud, no violin strings playing from the street below, no roses, no forced smiles. Just me, my children sleeping upstairs, and the soft rhythm of my own breathing.