Adalynn herself had changed. She’d stopped pushing people
away because that’s how she thought she could protect herself.
She’d gotten over her fear of being soft, and she’d reached out
and made so many new friends in online forums, in town, and
in the community. People of all ages, all over the world.
Fellow
photographers,
fellow
goat
lovers,
fellow
homesteaders, even people in online groups related to old
houses. She’d proven to Cassia over and over that she was
brave, but that bravery wasn’t just about the outward stuff. It
was about looking inwards too, learning about and accepting
yourself, letting yourself be strong enough to be flawed,
learning how to open up and share your life with another
person.
As they walked, Cassia could almost feel the heaven of the
cool water sliding over her sweaty, dusty skin as they climbed
into the shower together. Maybe after, instead of sitting
outside, they could sit together in the living room and Cassia
would play the piano Adalynn had bought from someone in
town. It had been an incredible amount of work to get it
moved into the house and tuned, but it was worth every single
bit of it. The ancient old piano suited the house perfectly, and
it had a beautiful sound.
“Oh,” Adalynn groaned suddenly when they were near the
front steps. She pointed and Cassia followed her finger. “It
looks like Tuna escaped again.”