Eventually, Jasper and Tabitha gathered the last of his belongings and prepared to leave. Their departure was far quieter than their arrival.
I stood on the front steps and watched as they drove away. A chapter of my life was finally coming to an end.
The bruises would heal with time, though some memories would take longer to fade. Still, I felt something I had not felt in years—peace.
Jasper had mistaken patience for weakness and silence for surrender. He never understood that real strength doesn’t need to shout. Sometimes it simply waits for the truth and allows justice to speak for itself
