The faint scar along her cheek was still visible in certain light.

She knew there would be days when she felt angry again, days when a familiar smell or raised voice made her uncomfortable.

A court order could not erase a memory.

Neither could a new paint color.

“I’m going to have dinner with my friends,” she said.

“Then I’m going to work tomorrow.”

Celia smiled.

“That’s an excellent plan.”