She had already left.
The road was open.
For a few miles, another life almost became real.
Then she turned back.
Sometimes the hardest thing to forget is not what happened — but who you might have become.

She had already left.
The road was open.
For a few miles, another life almost became real.
Then she turned back.
Sometimes the hardest thing to forget is not what happened — but who you might have become.