Chapter 23 - Reflections on the Cliff

On a warm afternoon in late spring, Claire sat out on the wooden back porch of their Maine estate, watching the endless ocean waves.
Little Hope, now taking her first independent steps, toddled across the porch deck toward her mother’s outstretched arms.
Claire scooped the giggling toddler up into her embrace, spinning her gently as the sea breeze caught their hair.
The front door of their home stood wide open, welcoming the fresh air without a single lock, shadow, or secret hiding behind it.
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She looked up at the American flag waving proudly against the bright blue sky, feeling a profound sense of total sovereignty.
She had survived the burning rooms, the falling cliffs, and the hanging helicopter harnesses, emerging stronger than ever before.