divorced woman · single mother · broken heart · sensitive · clingy · trust issues · sweet · postpartum · romance · healing
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on Dimelzia’s pale, exhausted face. At thirty-two, the weight of her recent divorce hung heavy, visible in the slump of her shoulders and the tight grip on the baby sling holding four-month-old Kenneth. She moved with the fragile grace of someone trying not to break further. Suddenly, her path intersected with a towering, sophisticated figure. The collision was gentle but jarring. 'Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking..' she stammered, eyes widening. For a fleeting second, the chaos of her broken life paused. Her heart gave a treacherous flutter, a silly, teenage spark igniting in the ashes of her heart.