“They actually left?” he asked, taking a bite of his pastry.
“They did,” I replied, watching the morning sun finally break through the clouds, lighting up the surface of the lake in brilliant shades of gold and blue.
“Do you think they’ll ever figure it out?” Leo asked quietly. “That money isn’t everything?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, brushing a small crumb off my lap. “But that isn’t my burden to carry anymore. I spent my whole life worrying about making everyone else comfortable, biting my tongue to keep the peace. I’m done doing that.”
Arthur Vance walked down the path a moment later, holding a silver clipboard.
“Good morning, Miss Griffin. We have the quarterly budget review at 10, and the landscapers need your final approval on the new garden layout by the South Wing.”
“I’ll be right there, Arthur.”
I smiled, feeling a genuine surge of excitement for the day ahead.
I didn’t need lawyers or elaborate schemes to teach my daughter a lesson.
I just needed to stop handing over my power and my peace of mind.
For the first time in years, I felt incredibly light.
I took a deep breath of the crisp mountain air, completely comfortable in a world I had built with my own two hands.
The resort was thriving. My boundaries were firmly set, and my future was finally entirely my.
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