a cup of tea, watching the sunset paint the sky in colors I hadn’t properly appreciated in years.
Tomorrow, I would begin driving toward a new life. Tonight, I would allow myself this moment of reflection.
The sound of tires on my driveway broke the silence. I didn’t need to look to know who it was.
The hesitant knock that followed confirmed it.
“It’s open,” I called, remaining seated.
My elderly mother made her way through the house to join me on the porch. Helen Carter moved slowly these days,
