Aliese toured their abandoned home. Old furniture and boxes of everyday life remained. She envisioned fresh paint, polished floors, a cozy nook to read in when the sun shined. Her sanctuary.
There was no delay now. She’d lingered far too long waiting for Paul. In the end he chose to move forward alone. Now, two paths diverged heading true north respectively.
“The papers have been filed.”
Sadness. He didn’t think or feel the way she did. Then …
Relief. A new life.
The beckoning path lay before her, calling her to autonomy.
She chose the road less traveled.