The Day I Chose Myself
It never occurred to me that healing might start on a Tuesday. However, it did.
The café was mostly deserted, which pleased me. Now, mornings were my own, a time for solitude, quiet, and leisurely espresso sips. I sat on the patio, notebook open, pen in hand, watching a city that had continued to move even when I couldn't, as the wind toyed softly with my hair.
