After the phone call with her mother, Emily had been unable to fall asleep. She had tossed and turned until she decided to spend the time coming up with a plan on how to move on.
She woke up the next morning with a surge of determination. Although her limbs felt stiff from the tossing and turning of the night before, her heart felt lighter.
Her mother's voice still echoed gently in her mind — calm, comforting, and full of love.
She rolled out of bed, tying her hair into a messy ponytail before slipping into a pair of navy blue yoga leggings and a snug sleeveless matching tank top. The fabric clung gently to her skin, and she glanced at herself in the mirror with a little nod of approval.
Padding barefoot to the center of the room, she stood with her feet hip-width apart and took a deep breath in. Her arms rose above her head, stretching toward the sky. The movement pulled the tightness from her shoulders, the tension from her spine.
