That was it. No, “love ya, love, see ya.” Typical. At least she knew she would get a good night’s sleep. If she could sleep. The half-hour drive home did not allow for any decompression from the day. And it had been quite a full day. Between the sensory overload of all the artwork and crafts, and her meeting with that Luna person, there was a lot of stuff in her head that needed sorting. One thing was for certain—she would be going back for an origami workshop, and again to see Luna. She was elated that she had made a number of decisions on her own. It was refreshing and invigorating.

Tori slipped into a pair of jogging pants and a sweatshirt and returned to the kitchen to heat up her dinner. She sat in silence, reliving the day. She stopped in the office. Drove to the center. Watched anxiously to see if she could get into the psychic’s café. Bought a magic ball and made origami. Saw the psychic for a few minutes. But those few minutes were very revealing. There was no way that woman could know anything about Tori or her situation. She was convinced it was through divine intervention that she had heard about that woman Luna, and because of her journey, she discovered more things about herself. For one, she could make a decision, even if it was a small one. Secondly, she could take control over her life, as much as anyone could take control. Then she thought about the odd shop with the metal sculptures. How odd, she thought. The honor system. But then again, the entire place had a vibe about it. Mysterious, yet obvious. Exhilarating, yet relaxing. It was hard to describe.

She fixed a cup of tea and ran a bath. Full circle, she thought. Once again, she poured Epsom salts under the running water and let the level rise until it almost overflowed. She dimmed the lights, lit a few candles, and lowered herself into the tub. She put her hand on her belly. She wasn’t showing yet, but she could feel something.

Tori lingered in the bath until the water became tepid. Time to step out and wrap up in a towel and robe. She padded her way into the bedroom and flopped on the bed. Tonight she would be sleeping alone. She figured it might be good practice. Even though her mind had been racing, she finally fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke the next morning, she realized that she and her husband hadn’t spoken to each other the entire day. She had left for the center, he to work, stayed at a friend’s, but not one phone call. That was out of the ordinary. He usually wanted to know every move she made. Maybe the artsy thing had turned him off. She could add that to her list of things her husband didn’t like about her.