The Next Ship Home

by Heather Webb

For the first time in her life, she realized things weren’t black and white, not even the laws of the land. That nearly anything could be justified, given the right circumstances.

The idea of truth seemed slippery, a mirage that changed shape and color in different light. Perhaps it shouldn’t be judged so quickly.

You always have a choice. It may not be the easiest path, but there’s always a choice.

You always have a choice. It may not be the easiest path, but there’s always a choice.