This feels ‘eh’ to me but I needed something to jump start my writing this morning after several days of non-stop cooking, traveling, and eating. Happy post-Thanksgiving!
Becca hesitated in the darkness. What if it was already too late? How could she have gone searching for the heart of her soul when it was there, right in front of her, all along?
Bernie was sitting by the fire when she opened the door. He rose slowly and smiled, arms outstretched.
“Welcome home, Becca.”