When My Family Demanded I Hand Over My Inheritance I Left Without a Word and Let Them Call Me 43 Times

Some evenings I sit out there with a cup of tea and watch the city lights come on across the lake and feel, not happiness exactly, but something more durable than happiness. Something like the steadiness of a woman who has finally stopped apologizing for taking up space. I think Ruth would have liked that. I think that was the whole point.