never the place where other people allowed you to belong.
It was the place you built with the ones who stayed when leaving would have been easier.
When Iris called from the porch that dinner was ready, Maggie walked past the blue bus, touched its warm metal side with her fingertips, and went inside the cottage smiling.
This time, the door closed behind her on something that was entirely, finally, their own.
THERE IS OFTEN ONE LINE, ONE FEELING, OR ONE TRUTH THAT STAYS WITH US AFTER THE ENDING. IF THIS STORY LEFT THAT WITH YOU, I’D LOVE TO HEAR IT IN THE COMMENTS BELOW.