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and careful. "I should let you rest. You really should put some ice on that side, Helen. I can bring some over from my freezer if you don't have any." "I have plenty, thank you." She stood up, testing her side. The pain was still there, a sharp reminder of the morning's events, but it was manageable. "Thank you for the tea, Robert. And for… not leaving me on the floor." "It was my pleasure," he said, walking toward the door. He paused with his hand on the handle, looking back at her. "I’m around all day. If you need anything else, anything at all, don't hesitate to knock. I promise I won't even mention the hedge." "I'll hold you to that," she replied. As he walked out into the bright afternoon, Helen watched him go. She looked at the spot where the bowl had shattered, now clean and empty. The house felt different. The air didn't feel as stagnant. She walked to the window and watched him cross the yard, his gait a little less hurried, his shoulders a little less burdened. He stopped at his back door, turned, and caught her watching. He gave her a small, respectful nod, and then he was inside. Helen leaned against the counter, her hand resting on the spot where she had hit it. It was still sore, but the sharp, lonely ache in her chest had eased. She had spent so long building a life that was perfect, predictable, and entirely closed off. She had convinced herself that she was content. But looking at the garden, she realized that she had been waiting for something to disrupt the order. She had been waiting for someone to notice the cracks. She poured the remainder of her tea down the sink and rinsed the mug. She didn't feel like retreating to her reading chair. Instead, she stepped out onto her back porch. The air was crisp, smelling of damp earth and the promise of a changing season. She looked toward Robert’s garden, seeing the vibrant yellow bulbs he had planted with such care. They stood out against the dark, rich soil, a small, stubborn splash of life in the middle of a quiet afternoon. She wasn't ready to invite him over for dinner, and she certainly wasn't ready to start a friendship that involved shared secrets or emotional burdens. But as she watched the sun dip lower, casting long, golden shadows across the lawn, she realized that the fence between them didn't seem quite so high anymore. It was just a boundary. And boundaries, as she was beginning to learn, were meant to be crossed, especially when the person on the other side was just as lost and hopeful as you were. She walked down the steps and into her garden, her pace slow and deliberate. She walked to the edge of the property, where the hedge met the fence. She stood there for a long moment, listening to the birds in the trees and the distant hum of the neighbourhood. It was a beautiful day, and for the first time in years, she felt like she was actually a part of it. She turned back toward her house, but her eyes lingered on Robert’s porch. The light was on now, a warm, inviting glow that spilled out onto the grass. He was home. He was there. And for today, that was enough. She walked back inside, the evening air cooling her face, and felt a strange, new sense of anticipation for whatever tomorrow might bring. She had no idea what the future