Years later, I stood surrounded by a sister I never knew existed, a husband who loved me without asking me to shrink, daughters who knew they were enough, and an ex-husband who had finally learned how to be their father.
I had not lost my family.
I had escaped one definition of family and discovered a better one.
Grace slipped her hand into mine.
“Ready to go home?”
I looked around once more.
At the buildings.
At the names.
At the people.
At everything that had grown from the moment I finally stopped begging the wrong life to keep me.
Then I smiled.
“Yes.”
And together, we walked home.
THE END
