Page 72 of Beautiful Lie

“Start over, just like you wanted to.” Running my fingers though her hair, I kissed the top of her head. “I love you, it's time for us to change.”

Cyprus had been right, we didn't have to do any of this.

But I was blind. Blinded by comfort of what's familiar. Blinded by family laws that had ruled my life. I was blinded by everything that didn't really matter.

We didn't need this life to be happy.

I already had the one thing that made me who I was. It wasn't my name, it wasn't my father, it wasn't the brutality of power we thrived on. . .

I had Cyprus, she was my happiness.

And it took me far too long to realize that.