The First Honest Question

Tamsin did not look back. To turn around would be to admit the finality of her choice, and she was not yet ready to bear that weight. The path ahead was not a grand highway but a narrow, winding trail, each step a silent question. She had not left Joric to join the Symphony; she had left to find the space to breathe, to ask the questions that had become too loud to ignore. Her defection was not an answer, but the first honest question she had asked in a long time.