Chapter 7
Three Months Later, Bahamas.
I lounged on a beach chair on my private stretch of sand, sipping an amazing ice-cold mojito, feeling the freedom of the Caribbean wash over me as I watched my offshore bank account grow.
No more babysitting that little brat, no more lowering my voice to appease that...
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