Chapter 7: A New Beginning

Six months later, Carter’s Table changed.
Not into a luxury restaurant.
Not into something expensive.
It remained exactly what it always was.
A place where people felt safe.
Hannah started working with survivors of domestic abuse.
She shared her story.
Not because she wanted sympathy.
Because she wanted others to know they weren’t alone.
One evening, she stood behind the counter beside me.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Do you ever regret fighting them?”
I smiled.
“No.”
She looked surprised.
“Not even once?”
I shook my head.
“The day I walked into that house, I thought I was saving you.”
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I squeezed her hand.
“But you saved me too.”