Life After the Boundary
Life didn’t turn into a movie.
It turned into something better: steady.
We rebuilt with small, repeatable things:
- Soup and cornbread
- Laundry that smelled like baby soap
- Budgets marked with three highlighters
- Apologies without speeches around them
Some days were hard.
Some days were simple.
When old hurts rose up, we made tea and waited for them to pass.
We kept boundaries.
We kept the door open when it was safe.
At Christmas, the baby fell asleep on my chest at my kitchen table.
Candace hummed a carol she couldn’t quite remember.
