Mate's Vengeance
On her tenth day of working in the garden, Sera discovered bulbs buried beneath the weeds in one of the beds-tulips, maybe, or daffodils. They'd survived thirteen years of neglect, waiting underground for someone to give them a chance to bloom again.
She carefully cleared around them, gave them space to breathe, and felt something uncomfortably like hope stir in her chest.
She crushed it immediately. Hope was dangerous. Hope made you soft, made you hesitate.
She was here for revenge, not redemption.