The Epitome Test of Strength

A quote from Villette

there, I at last wept. Reliant on Night, confiding in Solitude, I kept my tears sealed, my sobs chained, no longer; they heaved my heart; they tore their way.

In this house, what grief could be sacred?

— Charlotte Bronte, Villette

I will never forget those hours if I live to be a hundred years old. The feeling when I finally reached my apartment & was safe inside was nothing short of bliss. May God deal with the liars and take care of the broken.