As for me? I refused to let their betrayal define my story.
The week after Gregory’s sentencing, I hired contractors to strip our master bedroom down to the raw studs. I painted the walls a soothing coastal blue, replaced every piece of furniture, and transformed it into a peaceful, private sanctuary where only peace and safety resided.
At the clinic, my dedication and leadership caught the attention of the executive board. Six months after the trial, I was promoted to Regional Director of Operations, a position that came with a substantial salary increase that easily replenished the funds Gregory had attempted to steal.
Three years into his sentence, a thick letter arrived in the mail bearing the return address of the maximum-security prison. It had Gregory’s messy, hurried handwriting scrawled across the front.
I walked over to the kitchen trash can, dropped the unopened envelope straight inside, and pushed the lid closed.
