A New View
‘Forgiveness is for later,’ I told Jenna while sipping my chamomile tea. We shared a quiet evening, rearranging the living room.
Where my stepfather’s beer fridge once hummed was now a bright, green plant. It was like the final touch of life I needed, a symbol of my new beginning.
Jenna smiled, understanding the significance. It was weird how swapping something as simple as a fridge for a plant could change so much.