Chapter 2-3
250 Words
On her way home, the sky grew dark, and the temperature held at a brisk twenty-six degrees, as it had done all day. Flurries had already started falling at the beginning of what was expected to be a significant snowfall. Of course, what folks in Newbrook considered to be a significant snowfall was at least six inches, otherwise it wasn’t worth worrying about. Reagan had no issues with the anticipated blanket of precipitation. The snow was soothing for her. There was a peace associated with it that she couldn’t compare to anything else. Perhaps it was because of the fun she’d had sledding as a child, or the snow days where she didn’t have to endure the pain of school. Either way, at twenty-four years old, she was still comforted by it.
When she got home, she rummaged through the cabinet, trying to figure out what she should eat for dinner. A can of chicken noodle soup was decidedly the perfect choice for the weather. She curled up on the couch with her soup and the newest book that she had just started that Monday. The thought of her day at work, and her brief interaction with Jackson, crossed her mind. She looked at the book in her hand and wondered if most women her age were living a more exhilarating life. Then Reagan remembered what Jen had said to her and it brought her hope. Hearing such a thing from someone other than her parents was indeed a confidence booster.
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