The penthouse looked flawless—glass staircases, crystal chandeliers, and blue city lights glowing beyond the windows.
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Chapter 14: The Scars We Carry
Five years later. Clara stood at a podium in a crowded university auditorium, delivering the keynote speech on domestic violence awareness. Her voice was strong, resonant, and entirely her own. She spoke of her scars not as marks of shame, but as badges of survival. Arthur stood in the back of the room, out of uniform, wearing a simple civilian suit. Tears streamed down his weathered face as he watched the brilliant, unbreakable woman his daughter had become.
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