The Highest Horse

She believes she’s still in paradise, and that the angels will keep her there no matter what she did. The gold on her finger speaks of her fierce pride rather than of fire and proof of what she’s done wrong, because how can gold be a bad colour?

She’s trying not to know, in the disappointed face of her mother, in the loving face of her husband and children and disapproving people she never knew but who still hold her accountable for her actions.

What has been opened can’t be erased, and she’s the kind of person who’ll close the door only when she knows she can’t pass her guilt to someone else and suffer the punishment directly.

Fire refines gold, but it’s the humbling kind of truth that refines the heart.

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