The ashes were blown into the swirling gust of wind like confetti.
She stood back satisfied with her handiwork.
Now no one could tell what she had written in those love letters.
The betrayal had torn her heart apart and it hadn’t healed even after all those years, but today burning those letters written long ago brought her something she had been seeking.
Now she felt cleansed like all that guilt and sorrow had been washed off of her soul.
Now she could start living again!