Then she remembered how many times she had postponed this decision.
She did not want fear to make it for her automatically.
With a quiet breath, she opened the door.
Cool air moved across her face.
Elira stepped onto the pavement and closed the door behind her. The sound was small, almost insignificant, but it marked the beginning of a moment she had spent years imagining.
She stood beside the car and looked toward the fence.
Nothing dramatic happened.
The sky did not change. The road remained quiet. The memories did not disappear simply because she had stepped outside.
But she was standing there.
For the first time in years, she was allowing herself to see the place directly instead of encountering it only through recollection.
She took a few careful steps forward.
Then she stopped.
Her hands trembled slightly.
She could feel her heartbeat, and the familiar discomfort returned. She looked at the fence, then at the ground near her feet, uncertain whether she wanted to move any farther.
