She goes back to the kitchen, pours more tea, and sits by the window. Gazing at the roses, Mrs. Henderson's photograph, and the box of letters on the bookshelf, she experiences a feeling of peace and purpose.
Fresh tunes fill the car as I head back home. I pull over at a café for a warm apple cider and a baked treat. That cider is comforting and aromatic, ideal for this chilly afternoon. I take my time sipping it, relishing every note of taste, and can't help but grin.