I smiled and kept typing.
That was when I understood something I wish I had known much earlier: the opposite of heartbreak is not finding someone new as quickly as possible.
It is returning to you.
Daniel did not destroy me.
He revealed the parts of my life I had left waiting in the wings while I built everything around being his wife.
And once the wreckage settled, there I was.
Still whole enough to begin again.
The plane lifted into the sky, and sunlight poured across my tray table. I opened my journal and wrote the first line of a new entry.
Of my life.
And for the first time in a long time, I was not looking back to see who had failed to love me well.
I was looking out the window at the world ahead, and it was more than enough.
But here is the real question: Was the real turning point in Mercy’s story the confrontation at the airport, or the next morning when she chose action over wallowing?
