Tell them you don’t know who I am. We’ll do. After we hung up, I felt completely light. The tiresome story of that family was now a closed book. My life became simple and full. I started learning all the things I never had the time or money for before. Floral arrangement, tea ceremonies, even scuba diving. I made new friends who knew nothing of my past, only that I was a pleasant, independently wealthy single woman.

Sometimes I would drive past a place Ethan and I used to frequent, or a restaurant I’d never dared enter because it was too expensive. I would stop, go in alone, order the best thing on the menu, and savor it slowly. The food was just food, but the feeling was night and day.

About a year later, I was in the first class lounge at the airport when I saw Chloe. She looked haggarded, her clothes no longer designer labels. She was alone, struggling with a large suitcase rushing somewhere. She saw me, too. A look of shock and a complex mixture of envy and other emotions flashed across her face, finally settling on awkward avoidance.

She quickly looked down and hurried away, pretending she hadn’t seen me. I just smiled and went back to my magazine. Whether she was doing well or not had nothing to do with me. A few months after that, I heard from an old friend that Ethan had moved to a small town in the Midwest and was living a very difficult life.

Jessica had married an ordinary man and was suffering under the thumb of a demanding mother-in-law. Mrs. Davis’s health had declined after a serious illness. The friend sighed. I don’t know how that family fell apart so completely so fast. I just hummed in response and changed the subject. Every path is the result of one’s own choices.

Was it my fault? The old Sarah was gone. The new Sarah had moved on so far forward that their shadows were no longer even visible behind her. Now I have money, time, and freedom. I can do whatever I want, go wherever I please. The old Sarah lived to please others, scrimping and saving her world revolving around her kitchen and her husband only to be thrown away like trash.

The Sarah of today is confident and free.

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