Candy brushed her straight, dark hair and applied just a hint of makeup to a complexion that once again had some nice color. She slipped her robe off and stared at her body in the full-length mirror. She wore a lacy white bra and matching underwear, and she ran her finger over the healed scar. It hurt; not physically, but emotionally—the pain of what she couldn’t give Neil, the choice taken from her, an ache they now shared. She slipped on a simple white dress, nothing fancy, just knee length and sleeveless.
After a month of lying around and resting, she felt better, but she also felt restless. Both she and Neil had come through a life-altering experience, with a lot of hurtful and harsh words spoken by both of them, but now when he yelled and said what was on his mind, he didn’t leave he
