Redemption in Small Steps
I stood in the hall a moment longer, hidden by the shadowed archway, breathing in silence as the weight of Janice’s words pressed into my ribs.
Mishele is expecting.
The truth wasn’t cruel—it was a gift. A blessing. A beginning.
And I had nearly ruined it.
I straightened my posture, the soft rustle of my dress brushing against my legs grounding me. I couldn’t stand here hiding like a coward. If I was going to fix the damage I had caused, it would start now.
My heels echoed softly on the floor as I stepped into the light.
Janice turned at the sound, her eyes widening when she saw me. Her hands were still mid-motion, fluffing the pillows of the daybed beside the open window.
Her expression quickly sharpened.
“Luna Selene,” she greeted with a voice too clipp
