Emily sat alone in the hot sunlight on the pier, her feet dangling just above the surface of the water but not close enough to break it. It’s how she felt often lately, like she was on the verge of something, positioned to jump in with both feet, but unable to put even a tentative toe forward to test the water.
She had yet to master the most basic skills or navigate everyday life on her own; things like sleeping, eating, going out to work or a social event – oh, the social was the worst – seemed insurmountable since Jasper was no longer with her. She knew, though, that she had to continue to move through life without him and perhaps even find a suitable replacement, which was really a far less callous endeavor than it sounded.
When the air began to feel cooler on her face, Emily stood and straightened her dress. She unfolded her cane and reached instinctively for the space her faithful guide no longer occupied beside her, then blinked back a tear and walked slowly toward the shore.
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