Denise Sitting In Her Car
Denise sat in her car with great trepidation as she unscrewed the top of one of the simple, dark jars. She pulled out a dab onto her fingers and started to work it into her hands. A smile crossed her features and tears fell from her eyes as the scars immediately began to lessen. It was only the first step, but even so, the deep, terrible scars that had plagued her for so long had already begun to fade until she could barely make them out. So even though she worried about her place in the afterlife, positive that she would no longer be allowed into Heaven for the sin she had committed, her heart was still lighter than it had been for some time. She started her car, eager to be home and with her husband and children.
