Part 7: New Walls, New Rules
The new apartment was small — much smaller than the house she had shared with David. But for the first time in years, Julia could breathe.
She painted Mia’s room a soft lavender color. They hung fairy lights and bought new bedsheets with little stars on them. Mia chose a new stuffed rabbit and named it “Hope.”
Every night, Julia read to her daughter until Mia fell asleep. Some nights, Mia would wake up crying, still haunted by the memory of food being thrown at her and her father’s hand striking her mother. Julia would climb into bed with her, holding her until the shaking stopped.
Slowly, the nightmares became less frequent.
One evening, after Mia had gone to bed, Julia sat at the small kitchen table with the divorce papers in front of her. She had been carrying them around for weeks, unable to bring herself to sign.
Tonight felt different.
She picked up the pen and signed every page with steady hands.
When she finished, she didn’t feel sadness. She felt something closer to peace.
The next morning, she dropped the signed papers off at her lawyer’s office. As she walked out of the building, she felt lighter than she had in years.
She was no longer David Miller’s wife.
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She was simply Julia.
And for now, that was enough.
