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That's enough. I close it and put it on the shelf next to the others. Four volumes of becoming. Of breaking and rebuilding. This life—the one I'm building with Adrian and Ava and everyone who's chosen to be part of it—this doesn't need documentation. It just needs living. And I'm finally learning how.

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“I know what I want.” I open and close my mouth a few times. All the ice I built up around myself is already gone. It was too fragile this time, threatening to crack every time I thought about Baby. And without it, without all the distractions and threats and pressure, the answer is obvious. Maybe it always has been. “We’re building a life,” I whisper. “If you’re sure you can give this up.”

Life again and again. Life builds you. Without it, where you stand is not the same where you stood. So respect life as you should. Amen. Create life. Dwell safe. Do not bury self. Make self safe on earth again. Amen. I hope it makes the required change in your thinking... Thanks for the initiation with life... Yours, Without You Alone

I need freedom to build my own life. I need clarity.

“Thank you, you’re too kind!” “Mr. Lang, I’ll be very blunt with you, I have always wanted to have a beauty like her by my side. I was wondering if you would share her with me and let me have her for a few days? I assure you that I will personally see to it that our business deal is carried out without any hiccups.” Barton was very direct with what he wanted. He stared at Zara intently the entire time to the point where he was almost drooling. He would gladly give a decade of his lifespan just so he could have his way with such a beauty for just a few days.

I raised a hand and wiped the tears off my face. … [In the Next Life — January 1, 2024, 12:00 AM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part Three] William turned to the window. "Happy New Year." "Thanks." "Aren't you going to wish me something too?" I looked up. "You want a blessing from someone who's about to die?" His hand rested gently on my thin, dry one. "Please." I looked at the golden fireworks outside, as if I were bathing in hope. I smiled. "I hope you live a long life."

But now, lying beside him in this quiet moment, I let myself think. “I want freedom,” I whispered. “Not the kind that means running away, but the kind where I can breathe and live without fear. I want to be loved without it hurting so much. I want a family—real, honest, not broken. And…” I hesitated, my throat tight. “I want to know that I chose my life. That it wasn’t chosen for me.” His hand tightened slightly on mine. “Then let’s build that together. I’ll give you that freedom. Even if it kills me, I’ll give it to you.”

"But of course, Lily, the queen bee with all the cash and clout. Naturally, you'd only want the best for him: only the best of things and the finest education. He's bound to be brilliant and tough, just like you." Maybe she was already dreaming of the day he would inherit my fortune, her eyes brimming with love as she gazed at him. Derick chimed in, "Lily, what do you think about calling our boy Nathaniel?" He had been set on that name since I was pregnant, insisting we use it once the baby arrived. Only later did I learn that Nathaniel was the name of Jasmine's deadbeat dad. He was pushing for it because Jasmine wanted to leave her own legacy on the child.

Building a life. On this land. In this silence. Forever.