The smell of fresh paint lingered through the bookstore.Lois stood on a ladder, paintbrush in hand.A streak of pale blue stretched across the wall near the children's section.It wasn't perfect.Neither was she.Lately, that felt okay."You're getting paint in your hair."Mrs. Kingston's voice drifted from across the room.Lois reached up and touched the side of her head.Her fingers came away blue.She laughed.The sound surprised both of them.Because laughter hadn't come easily these past few weeks."Occupational hazard.""I don't think bookstore employees usually paint walls.""We're expanding our skill set."Mrs. Kingston smiled.But Lois noticed something else in her expression.Relief.Not because of the paint.Because of her.Because three weeks had passed.Three weeks since Walter walked away.Three weeks since her heart broke inside this bookstore.Three weeks since she cried herself to sleep holding a book he once loved.And somehow...She was still here.Still standing.
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