Her daughter smiled, twirled around to watch the fabric movement, and answered happily, “Yeah!”
“Then that’s the answer that matters.”
Getting into the driver’s seat, Veronica caught her reflection in the dark car window. For the first time in years, she didn’t check her waistline or analyze her profile. She didn’t care what Max thought, nor did she look for Edward’s evaluation. She simply looked at herself—whole, resilient, and complete—and drove away into her own life.
