The Last Enchantment of Love

Previously

…She looked up at the sky, the clouds now parting to reveal patches of brilliant blue. The rain had washed away the grime, both literal and metaphorical. She still had a long way to go, the path to sobriety and self-discovery stretching out before her, daunting and uncertain. But for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel entirely alone on that road. She felt… guided. And that, in itself, was a precious, fragile beginning. The memory of Cody, once a source of torment, now felt like a beacon, a reminder of the light she was striving to find again. The enchantment wasn’t lost; it was merely waiting for her to remember how to believe in it.