No Going Back
After all, I wasn’t the one who had done anything wrong, so I should be able to face this head-on.
That night, Samantha came to my room with a hat she’d crocheted herself.
She set it on my head, spun me around, and grinned. “Out with the old, in with the new! Believe me, babe, you deserve better.
“As for trash, whether it’s people or things, it belongs in the trash where it came from.”
That night, I received one of the most meaningful gifts of my life and finally had a beautiful dream again.