She waited almost a week before her evening commute actually took her by Natia’s garden again. She wasn’t going to just casually walk by the place and see if Natia was in the front yard if she would have to go out of her way to do it. Simone had some semblance of maturity. Probably. But tonight, it just so happened, Anna was doing a site visit, and the best way to get home took Simone right up 21st Street.
It was actually sort of a relief. If Simone hadn’t had an actual reason to walk by Natia’s place, she might have caved soon.
By the time Simone had rounded the corner and the vibrant little garden came into view, she could also hear the sound of laughing children and the low, bell-like laugh of someone older. There were other people in the garden, and the distinct feeling of interrupti
