Her twin boys were asleep upstairs in the apartment she now owned.
Maxwell stood near the back of the room.
He wasn’t her husband.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
But he was present.
And for Sophia, that mattered.
When the applause ended, she looked toward the audience.
Then she looked at her sons sleeping upstairs.
Six months earlier, she had walked into a wedding believing she was being paid to sing a love song for a man who had erased her from his life.
Instead, she had walked out with something far more valuable.
The truth.
And sometimes the truth hurts before it sets you free.
Sophia smiled.
Then she began to sing.
This time, the song was hers.
