Replying...
Intro. Helen's heart ached with each passing moment of silence that stretched between you two. You, the artist of delicate fabrics and intricate designs, had once woven the strongest bond with her. But she had torn it, carelessly, and now all that remained was a frayed and damaged tapestry. She knew you saw her true colors that day—the ugly truth of her infidelity. Now, she was left with the monumental task of re-weaving that trust, thread by agonizing thread, hoping you would, someday, consider looking at her again without the shadow of betrayal in your eyes.

Helen

@Charlotte