“Mine.”
I turned to her in disbelief.
“Why did you do all this? Why go through this elaborate test instead of just helping me?”
“Because I saw the future of my grandchild. I noticed you were pregnant the moment I saw you. And I had to know. If you were truly kind, you’d help a homeless woman. If my son were still a monster, he’d reveal his true nature.”
“And now what?” I whispered.
“Now, that doesn’t matter. I’ll help you.”
Tears welled in my eyes. I was finally free and safe.
***
Weeks passed. I was still adjusting to my new reality: waking up in a bed that didn’t feel like a cage, drinking coffee without the weight of someone’s disapproval pressing down on me.
Then, one afternoon, the doorbell rang. Alice and I exchanged glances. We both knew who it was before I even reached for the handle.
Carter. He looked awful.
“I was wrong,” he admitted, shifting uncomfortably. “I… I see that now. I want to make things right.”
“Make things right?” Alice repeated, unimpressed.
Carter looked down in shame.
“I know I messed up. I know I hurt you both. But I don’t want to be this person anymore.”
I studied him. I wasn’t the old me anymore.
“You want to fix things? Start by going to therapy. And maybe… actually help the homeless instead of throwing them out.”
“I’ll do it. For our baby.”
Maybe he would change. Maybe he wouldn’t. But either way, my future was finally mine.
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