Feeling betrayed, Margaret watched them laugh over old memories in her kitchen. Fed up, she started a bonfire and, in a bold move, threw the capsule’s contents into the flames.“Burnt bridges should stay burnt,” she told them. “It’s time to focus on our future.”

Janet left without a word. Martin, shaken and remorseful, apologized and begged for forgiveness. Margaret wasn’t ready to give it—not yet.That night, as Martin slept on the couch, Margaret sat by the dying fire. The garden would need replanting. Maybe their marriage could be, too. But trust, like flowers, takes time to grow again.