Page 70 of Wounded Dance

She’s here.

She’s beautiful.

She’ll never know what happened. That her father rejected her. That her mother once thought she lived and loved in shame. Those things are not worth troubling her innocence and grace.

We’ll have the lawyer add a record to her adoption contract giving my name so she can find me when she is eighteen, if that’s what she wants. I don’t want to get in the way of her life, her potential new father, or cast any shadow on how she grows up. I just want to see what I can.

The closing chords sound and Gabriella strikes her final pose. Blitz rushes to lift her from her chair, spinning her around and laughing, delighted at her dance for him.

There is no unhappiness here. Not now. It’s all in my past.

I have been wounded. But I have survived.

And my life goes on, one more time, past the dark and into the light.

I have to believe the best is yet to come.

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