A year later, my life looked completely different. I had rebuilt my career, found peace, and started a healthy relationship with someone who truly cared about me.
Then a letter arrived from Tanner in prison asking me for money once again. This time, I didn’t hesitate.
I quietly threw the letter into the fireplace and watched it burn, knowing I had finally broken the cycle.
For the first time in my life, I understood that love doesn’t require endless sacrifice. Walking away from toxic people wasn’t losing my family—it was finally finding my freedom
