and she began seeing a therapist. Slowly, she started to change, making small steps toward healing. One day, she showed me a new listing. It wasn’t fancy,

but it felt right. We bought it together—a house that was ours, not anyone else’s.Jane chose every detail, and when it was finally done, she smiled, calling it “Freedom.” For the first time, home wasn’t a trap—it was a place she chose, and that made all the difference.