The entire day stretched out ahead of them inside the quiet confines of their home, but Jillyanna found no tranquility in the silence. A restless, prickling energy buzzed beneath her skin, driving her from one chore to another in a desperate bid to quiet her racing mind. She was still thoroughly, utterly annoyed with him.
Seeking refuge from her own simmering irritation, she retreated into the sanctuary of the garden. Kneeling in the damp earth under the morning sun, she began planting various vibrant flora, digging her gloved hands into the soil with unnecessary force. She knew it was absurd to harbor such resentment over something that had happened so long ago. She didn't want to be the kind of person who's fixated on petty matters, but no matter how hard she fought it, the memory kept rearing its stubborn head.
