It was small.
2 bedrooms.
A yard.
The 1st morning, she sat in the yard and pressed her fingers into the soil, deep past the dry surface into the dark and living earth underneath, and she felt the difference between ground that was hers and ground that belonged to someone else.
She stayed there a long time with her hands in the earth.
She thought about planting tomatoes.
She thought about David.
She tilted her face toward the sun, that sun she had never seen and knew completely.
And she breathed.
Inside her chest, in the deep place where the visions lived, everything was quiet.
Not empty.
Quiet.
She smiled, small, private, entirely her own.
She had not become like him.
That was enough.
That was everything.
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