The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…Sarah leaned into his embrace, a sense of peace settling over her. Silly, yes. But also, perhaps, a little bit brilliant. The beige stew, the mismatched socks, the runaway cat – they weren't just problems. They were stories. And she, Sarah, the executive with the dry-erase markers, was just beginning to learn how to tell them. The laundry mountain might still be there tomorrow, and Mark's next culinary surprise was surely lurking around the corner, but for tonight, Sarah felt a quiet satisfaction. She had found a new way to navigate the delightful disarray of her life, one witty verse at a time.