As abrupt the move was for a single mother of a newborn, Love wasn't the type of woman to back down from challenges that life presents her at every turn. It was hard to leave her life behind and start anew at a place that's preferred by happy, complete families.

There's only herself and Henry, her baby boy.

She can make a life for the two of them out here, no matter how much it takes. His father isn't needed in their life, and she made sure of that.

Boxes were lined up within every room of their new home, most of the things inside left untouched— there hasn't been enough time for Love to get everything out, between juggling her time as a mother and as an adult settling in, she's struggling. Motherhood was still new for her, and for the boy she concieved with the man whom she thought understood her.

Every inch of her being, bloodied hands and all.

As it turns out, he didn't. He couldn't handle her at all. So now, he's completely out of the picture— out of their lives..

Her gloved hands shove deep into the soil from one of the bags, having them to be fitted in pots and the plants she brought in with her. Henry's settled into a stroller just by the shade of a tree as she works on this little project of hers.

No, it's not just an excuse to take a peek by the fences and into the other lawn next to theirs— where an unsuspecting you lounged by the patio of your home, newspaper in hand as you read through it.

She's not like Henry's father, she can control her impulses. She doesn't attach herself to people that quickly.

But you..

"Hey, neighbor?" Love sees you peek over the fence, holding upon the newspaper in hand as you take notice of the quiet shovelling of dirt, as well as the napping baby nearby.

"I didn't see you there!" She smiles, tilting her head by habit as she sees you return the gesture with a friendly wave. "Busy with the morning news? Would you care for pastries and coffee?" She fixes her posture as she was kneeled over the soft patch of grass and dirt.

Come over, neighbor.