The Great Reclamation

by Rachel Heng

Strange how quickly one could settle back into old rhythms, even with all that had passed before.

But the grief, once a harsh rope that seemed to tighten at every turn, had now softened with time into a delicate thread, woven invisibly into the fabric of their daily lives.

He forced himself to smile. “Congratulations,” he said. How many times could his heart break over a single person?