My Second Chance: The Heiress Who Chose Freedom

the quiet courtroom, a familiar echo f

site sides, their strained silence a pr

tal moment my life wo

in, piped up without he

his face as he briefly met my eyes,

the same twist of fate, that had occu

downed into years of agonizing hunger, her volatile, bitte

tered; it had exploded after Mom's

of grandeur, convinced he hel

future that never materialized for him,

f the true misery his path would lead him to, nor

t he was here, just as obl

ence, I stood here now, arme

on me, "Sarah, and you?", I made a

er, and with a quiet, unwavering voice, I se