matters,” I answered smoothly. “What matters is that I no longer need to hate you to stay away from you.”
“Does that mean it doesn’t hurt anymore?” he asked.
“It means you no longer get to decide what I do with my life,” I said, picking up my bag and turning toward the exit.
“Chloe,” he called out one last time. “Were you actually happy after you walked away from me?”
I looked down the hallway, thought about everything I had survived, and smiled.
“I am learning to be happy
