Her phone buzzed. A text from a number she didn’t have saved. Hey, been a while. Saw you’re back in town. Drinks?
She changed into her softest cotton shorts and an oversized linen shirt, left unbuttoned just enough to feel the air on her collarbone. No makeup. Hair in a loose, messy bun. The afternoon sun slanted golden across the wood floors, and for the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel like a CEO, a daughter, a planner. She just felt like Sherrill . 21Naturals - Sherill Collins - Weekend Vibes
Later, she danced alone in the kitchen while chopping mangoes for a salsa. Not a real dance. A weekend dance: hips swaying, eyes half-closed, wooden spoon as a microphone. When the music shifted to something softer, she leaned against the counter, running a hand through her hair, watching the sunset paint the walls pink and amber. Her phone buzzed
Some weekends are for catching up with people. This one was for catching up with herself. Saw you’re back in town
She put on a vinyl record—something sultry, with a slow bassline—and lit a coconut-scented candle. The apartment smelled like summer and stillness.
The last email dinged into Sherrill Collins’s phone at 5:47 p.m. on Friday. She didn’t even open it. She just turned the device face-down on her marble counter, poured the last of the cold brew into a glass with ice, and let out a long, slow breath she felt like she’d been holding since Tuesday.