RENEE
Everything seems to be falling into place, just the way I've always wanted. Though I haven't directly asked Miles about it, deep down, I'm certain he had a hand in making the goods disappear. There's no doubt in my mind that this is his doing.
Standing in front of the mirror, I held a glass of red wine, gazing at my reflection.
Renee Cedric.
The name feels like a title now, one that carries a weight I didn't choose but have learned to carry with pride. This life I live—it isn't the one I imagined for myself, not even close. But, despite its twists and turns, it's a life I've grown to appreciate, one I'm truly grateful for.
I never aspired to wake up every morning consumed by the failures of others or weighed down by resentment. That wasn't the dream. I didn't want my days to be filled with calculating moves or relishing in someone else's misfortune.
