Claire resigned soon after. Rumors spread through the office, but Adriana didn’t care. Her focus was Nora, and on rebuilding the life she had lost without realizing it.
One quiet afternoon, Adriana took Nora to the park by the river. The sky was pale gold, the air light with the scent of rain. A cluster of monarch butterflies floated near the water.
“Look, Mama,” Nora said. “They’re so free.”
Adriana smiled. “Yes, my love. They can go wherever they choose.”
Nora tilted her head. “Do they live in someone’s bed?”
Adriana laughed softly. “No, darling. They live in the world.”
Months passed. The divorce was finalized quietly. Charles moved to another city. Adriana sold their house and rented a smaller apartment near her sister. She found a new job in public relations and, for the first time in years, felt light again.
One night, as she tucked Nora into bed, she noticed butterfly stickers glowing softly on the wall.
“Do you still like them?” she asked.
Nora nodded. “They make me feel happy.”
Adriana kissed her forehead. “Then keep them close.”
She turned off the lamp, standing in the quiet room. For the first time in a long while, she felt peace—not the brittle calm of endurance, but the kind that grows from letting go.
She whispered into the darkness, “Goodbye, butterflies.”
And when she finally closed her eyes, she slept without waiting for a door to open.
