MARGARET
I was sitting on the porch outside our house, the sun soft and warm on my face. The breeze felt nice today, like it was trying to calm me down. It had only been a few days since everything changed. I could still hear the arguments in my head. I could still feel the pain. But now... now there was something else. Hope.
I heard laughter, soft and familiar, coming from the front gate. I looked up and smiled. There they were. My girls. Melanie, Angie, and Kris.
“Margaret!” Melanie called out as she rushed to me.
Angie and Kris followed behind her, all three of them looking worried, but also happy to see me. Melanie dropped her bag and came straight to me, wrapping me in a tight hug.
“We’ve been so worried about you,” she said softly. “Are you okay now?”
I nodded, giving her a
