Blossom: a Bloom novella

November 20th
My Wedding Day

We had come so far from when we first met.
She would shy away from me, from my touch.
I didn’t know why then. Was she shy? Nervous around men?
Not comfortable with strangers? Now I knew it was all of the above.
And who could blame her after Charles? To Phoenix every man was a Charles.
Her husband, Charles, both mentally and physically abused her.
With his death, Phoenix Swartz, now Phoenix Westerling, could finally heal
and start blooming. Her bud had been held too tight...