The same old cracked stone fence, and rickety wooden gate. Same old worn out pathway a little less loved than usual, and the same old willow tree offering comfort in her long spindly arms, waiting for a gentle breeze to caress your cheek with her leafy fingers.
Nearly a year and she was back. Something was different, very different, and she had a feeling it wasn't the place but the person momentarily occupying it. That's right, that person would be her...