Imprisoned by the Don I Called Mine
Mama R filled her backyard with flowers and spent her days in the sun.
Everyone had started a new life.
So had I.
It was my birthday again.
My friends were celebrating with me inside. The warm, yellow light from the windows glowed on the snow outside.
"Bella, make a wish," Sofia said with a smile, pushing the cake toward me.
I closed my eyes.
I didn't wish for happiness, or love, or peace. I simply wished for enough. For this moment, right here, to be enough.
As I blew out the candles, I glanced out the window without thinking.