Gemotions

The weight of the past pressed down on Sophie as she walked. The old playground, now a tranquil park, felt alien and hostile. The swings, the slides, everything reminded her of the endless years of Brenda’s torment. Her steps faltered, her resolve wavering.

She had agreed to meet here. It had been suggested it might be helpful. She had come to the right place but it was with the wrong person. A part of her wanted to flee.

She clutched her purse, her knuckles white. Brenda. Standing here, of all places, was almost unbearable. Her breath hitched in her throat, a choked sob fighting its way out.