Quinn pulled her legs back and kicked them back out on the swing. She could feel her burdens lifting with each creak the old swing set made.

Yet, she felt as though she was trapped.

“After everything that has happened, are things still within my control?”, Quinn mused.

She felt like jumping off the old swing set as she did as a young girl, to see how far she’d go.

If jumping off was the only way to escape this fun loop that doesn’t lead anywhere, I’ll jump.

Quinn felt herself being released as she loosened her grip on the steel chains of the swing. She glided gently to the ground with only a little slide.

Then at that moment she realized what she had to do.

“I need to let go.”