turned back to the stove, and for the first time in longer than she could clearly remember, the quiet in the room around her felt like something she had chosen. Not the quiet of a house where you learned to take up less space. Not the quiet of a woman who had been told, in a hundred indirect ways, that her thoughts were most useful when kept to herself.
This quiet was different.
It was the sound of a life that had enough room in it.
She stirred the sauce and listened to the rain, and it was enough.
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