The grass was soft beneath her knees. Shafts of sunlight blinked kaleidoscope patterns onto her skirt and glinted off the knife nestled in her lap. Today, her last thread snapped.
Looking away, she prayed desperately for God’s forgiveness as she pressed the blade to her wrists.
Her eyes fell on a carving in the trunk of a tree. It was a single word.
In that moment, something inside her shifted.
She pulled herself to her feet. Using the blade that was intended to end her life, she carved two more words above the one already there.
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