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A New Life in Santa Barbara

Eleanor, upon learning of her son’s death, suffered a stroke and died on the way to the hospital. Jessica, after organizing the funeral for her mother and brother with money donated by the neighbors and terrified by the enormous debts Ethan had left behind, fled the country and was never heard from again.

Three years later I am on the balcony of my new oceanfront house in Santa Barbara, breathing the pure air. The sea breeze rustles my hair, now short and in a bold style.

After all that I sold the house in Boston full of painful memories. I moved with my two children to Santa Barbara to start a new life. My business prospered. I expanded my chain of restaurants across the country becoming one of the most successful business women.

Paul and Sophia have grown up. They are good students and very understanding. They never mention their father as a way to protect me from bad memories. I take a sip of chamomile tea watching my children play on the white sand. I feel an incredible peace.

I have weathered the storm. I have had my revenge and I have learned to let go. Now I live for myself, radiant and proud like a sunflower that always faces the sun. The past is closed. The traitors paid the highest price for their choices.