The idea of a game, which had been twisted into a cage, became again what it was always meant to be — laughter, and the park, and winning together.

She did not erase the bad places.

She reclaimed them, one by one, and refilled them with safety and light, until the old meanings could not survive alongside the new ones.

And I think that is the deepest kind of healing there is, deeper than forgetting, because forgetting is fragile and reclaiming is permanent.

A forgotten fear can ambush you when you least expect it.

A reclaimed place is yours.