With No Reservations

“You’ll have to let me know.” Sloane watched her neighbor walk toward her apartment. Mrs. Melone usually moved at a much more snaillike pace, leaning against her signature silver-adorned cane. Now she didn’t even have a limp. “Hey, Mrs. Melone.”

Mrs. Melone turned around, fists framing her waist.

“I noticed you’re not using your cane anymore.”

She cracked a genuine smile. “Yeah, I’ve been doing yoga for the past few months, and I’m a new woman.” She whirled around in a little circle. “I’ve been sleeping through the night for the first time in years. I guess I must have done something right when I was younger to deserve this.”

Sloane’s laugh sounded counterfeit. “You don’t really think it was something you did right that took the pain away, do you? Besides the yoga, I mean.”

Mrs. Melone shrugged, one cheek dimpling. “All that matters is that I’m pain-free.”

“I’m glad.” Sloane stifled her unspoken questions with a smile. She wasn’t going to even begin to go there with Mrs. Melone.

Sloane’s mind had been swirling with theories on healing for over twelve years. The silent bleed in Aaron’s brain that killed him. Her own guilt and broken thought processes and everything else that had all but imprisoned her. If some quota of right was what it took, Sloane would be a prisoner forever.

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