So did I.
Sometimes I still wake when my phone rings in the middle of the night. But I don’t feel the same terror anymore. Because I learned something no betrayal can ever take from me:
peace doesn’t begin when the other person changes.
It begins when you stop negotiating with the fire.
And ever since then, at three in the morning, I no longer fall apart.
I decide whether I answer—
or whether I let the silence finally belong to me.
