Then she placed it back.
“I don’t need it anymore.”
That evening, she carried her old auction dress behind the cabin. The ground was cold but soft enough to dig.
She buried it.
Pressed the earth flat.
“You don’t own me anymore,” she whispered.
When she stepped back inside, Cole didn’t ask where she’d been.
He only looked at her dirt-streaked hands and nodded.
“You buried it.”
“Yes.”
