They said you help put broken lives back in order.
Is that true?
I looked at the jade plant, thick and thriving in the last of the day’s sun.
I thought about all the years I believed a shattered marriage meant a shattered woman, and how wrong that had turned out to be.
Sometimes walking away isn’t the failure.
Sometimes burning the bridge is the first true act of coming home.
I typed my reply: Yes.
We start by emptying the first drawer.
That evening, before I locked up, I misted the jade one last time and watched a bead of water slide down a brand-new leaf.
It had shed its old, poisoned soil, and grown into something greener than it had ever been allowed to be in that house.
And so, it turned out, had I.
THE END.