A Moment to Breathe

Vittoria

The smell of wood and dust clung to the air, the sound of hammers and drills taking up the space that had once been my sanctuary. My home remained in ruins, but there was progress—it was slow, steady, and implacable, just like me.

I stood at the edge of the building site, arms crossed, and watched the workers with their competence. Walls were being reinforced, windows being fitted, and th