Naomi looked toward Grace’s bedroom, where a nightlight glowed softly through the half-open door.
“He didn’t break me,” she said. “That’s what matters.”
And she was right.
Steve had once believed power meant making someone feel small. But Naomi’s life proved something greater.
Real power was healing.
Real victory was peace.
And sometimes, the person who tries to destroy you only becomes the reason you finally discover how unbreakable you are.
