She held it between her fingers, remembering the fear that had accompanied blocking it. The pounding heart. The shaking hands. The certainty that everything would change once she pressed that button.
It had.
The card itself was meaningless now. She barely used it anymore. But it marked the moment she chose herself. The moment she stopped asking permission to exist.
Lily returned the card to the safe and closed it softly.
She turned off the lights, stood for a moment in the calm of her apartment, and listened to the steady peace she had built one deliberate decision at a time.
Her life belonged to her now.
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