A free woman

I managed to direct and I think that trauma was over. I turned on the radio, not so loud, but so that I could hear and forget everything I had on my mind.

I felt free... And I haven't felt this feeling in my life in a long time.

Thomas followed me to the cottage gate. When I parked, I got out and went to him:

- I think we could celebrate... I'm free. - I said raising my arms, turning and smiling like a child.

He laughed, without getting out of the car:

- I'd really like to celebrate with you, Meg... But I really need to work today. There's no way to stay... Unless you want to go with me. - he proposed.

- No... We can leave it for another night.

- How did you think to celebrate? Me, you and your bed?

- Thomas, no. - I said blushing. – I thought of a bar, late afternoon, me, you and Martina.

He sighed:

- I still think about that night... from a few years ago.

- Remember I said I would never forget? I never really forgot, Thomas. But that doesn't mean I'm going to repeat it.