The new place was being to look a lot more homely. Sal looked over the bedroom and decided with a few more finishing touches it would be sorted. She drifted to the window and looked out at the small patch of back garden.
Her fingertips brushed the top of an old teddy bear causing her to look down. A wave of memories all of which showed her curled up, clutching the bear to her chest and crying flashed by. She shut her eyes, breathed deeply and vowed not to let the past beat her down again.
The soft voice of her toddler daughter called to her over the TV. Sal let go of the bear and walked out of the room. She still had a lot to live for.