Three years had slipped by since I walked away from Tribeca with Maddy, leaving behind everything that had ever hurt me.
Three years since I became a mother to my little girl, Suzy.
Life hadn't magically become easier, but it had become quieter. There were no screaming matches, no suffocating walls, no family putting me in situations that I never wanted.
I had changed my number the day we settled in Midtown and never looked back. If anyone had tried to reach me, they never could.
Sometimes guilt knocked at my door late at night, asking if I'd done the right thing,then Suzy would curl against my chest in her sleep, her tiny fingers wrapped around mine, and every doubt would disappear.
She was my home.
Maddy became the closest thing I had to family. She had accepted a transfer from her
