Our last hug, you lifted me off the ground like you wanted to take me with you, like you didn’t want to let me go, but you left me there. And yet, when you placed me back on my feet, my knees didn’t buckle. I remained standing. That’s how I knew that plot twists don’t always have to feel like the turning of a knife. They can feel like the bridge in your favorite song. They can feel like daylight on your face. They can feel like a second chance at a better life.
