or years, I’d been waiting for a door like that to open. But standing there, listening to Edward outline his plans, I realized I didn’t need to rush through it. Not this time. I’d spent my twenties sprinting—chasing approval, funding, survival. I wanted to walk now. Deliberately.
“I’ll do it,” I said finally. “But on my terms.”
“Of course,” he said. “That’s the only way you do things, isn’t it?”
I laughed softly. “You’re learning.”
“Good,” he said. “Then we’ll talk soon.”
When the call ended, I stared at my reflection in the window.
For once, I didn’t look tired. I looked alive.
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