Melting Anger
Margaret’s openness caught me off guard. Her gentle voice carried the weight of someone who had known grief firsthand, and in that moment, I no longer felt alone in my struggle. The frustration I had clung to began to loosen, slipping away as her stories drew me in. She wasn’t just speaking—she was reminding me that memories weren’t burdens, but bridges that kept love alive. Her presence felt like quiet reassurance, a soft reminder that honoring the past could exist alongside embracing the present.
Melting Anger
A Surprising Letter
Margaret reached into her bag and handed me an envelope with a soft smile, saying, “This might help.” I hesitated, curiosity tugging at me as I wondered what could possibly explain Emily’s behavior, but Margaret’s encouraging nod urged me on. With a sense of cautious anticipation, I slowly tore it open, feeling as though I were about to glimpse a small window into the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed the past day.
A Surprising Letter
