Bab 1: Reflections
As dawn broke, casting a soft light through the kitchen window, Jodie stood transfixed by the serene suburban view before her. This moment alone, a precious pause from the relentless pace of daily life, allowed her thoughts to wander freely.
Her own reflection, suspended between the now and then, elicited a sigh from deep within. 'I was once a pioneer, driven by creativity… now, practicality might as well be my name,' she whispered, her voice a mere echo in the solitude of the morning." Her introspection was interrupted by Emily, her presence marked by the sleepy shuffle of feet.
"Mom? Who are you talking to?" The grogginess in Emily's voice filled the kitchen.
Forcing a smile, Jodie turned away from her reflections. "Just thinking out loud, sweetie. How was your sleep?"
Emily clambered onto a stool, her spirit lifting as she recounted her dream. "I was flying in my dream! It was amazing, like I could see everything." The spark in her eyes was infectious.
Jodie felt a tug at her heartstrings. "Flying dreams are quite special, Em. They often mean you're feeling free, unburdened." The wistfulness in her voice betrayed her longing for the dreams she once held dear.
"Mom, have you ever had dreams like that?" Emily's innocent question pierced the morning calm.
Caught mid-action with a pancake suspended in the air, Jodie was transported back to her own youth. "Indeed, I did. My younger years were full of such dreams."
Memories of her adventurous spirit flooded back. Jodie, ever the entrepreneur, had once thrived on creativity, effortlessly blending passion with profit. Yet, the stability demanded by family life had gently steered her away from the unpredictable path of her passions.
"Why do you think it stopped?" Emily's straightforward question carried the weight of deep, unspoken sacrifices.
Jodie searched for the right words, her smile soft but sad. "Life's journey is rarely straight, my love. It weaves and winds, leading us through unexpected detours. But the spirit of freedom? It never truly leaves us. It's merely biding its time, waiting for us to embark on new adventures."
"You know, your mom was quite the innovator. Whether it was software, carpentry, or even art—if I just briefly mentioned an idea, in the middle of describing it, she would already be on her laptop or heading to the store for supplies," James, her husband, eagerly shared as he emerged from the bedroom."
"Wow, I can see Mom doing that. I'm sure you can still do it all!"
"She most definitely can," James leaned in, planting a quick kiss on Jodie's cheek before grabbing a cup of coffee.
"Morning," Jodie replied, her voice distant as she stared out the window, lost in thought.
Left alone in the chaos of breakfast cleanup, Jodie stole a moment to herself, brushing her long wavy brown locks that still held the luster of her youth. At 37, she possessed a beauty that defied the passage of time, her skin glowing with an inner vitality that belied the years. Staring out the window at the quiet suburban street outside, she pondered the twists and turns of her life. How had her life come to this? Once, she had dreamed of adventure, of traveling the world and experiencing all it had to offer. But now, her world revolved around predictable schedules, and the weight of relentless responsibilities, filled with the mundane.
Despite the demands of her daily life, there was an undiminished spark in her eyes, a reminder of the youthful spirit that still danced within her, vibrant and untamed.
As the morning wore on, Jodie settled into her makeshift office in the corner of the living room, surrounded by piles of inventory and the constant hum of her computer. Emails poured in, each one demanding her attention and pulling her further away from her own desires.
"Another day, another dollar," she muttered to herself, forcing a smile as she typed away at her keyboard.
Feeling the weight of her isolation, she absentmindedly scrolled through social media. A post caught her eye—a woman sharing her experience with an app called Shine. She described how it had transformed her life as a solopreneur, not just by providing a platform to sell goods but also by fostering deep connections with like-minded women. Jodie's interest was piqued. Despite her lack of love for e-commerce, which she was already dabbling in, the prospect of finding companionship among fellow entrepreneurs like herself was appealing. Perhaps here, she could find the understanding and support she needed as a homebody entrepreneur. As the registration page loaded, a surge of intrigue washed over Jodie. She was never against trying things once, and this wouldn't interfere with her time in her more reliable business. She thought to herself that she might explore it as a potential hobby since it was also a way to earn extra cash. Tomorrow would bring another day, another chance to explore this newfound possibility. But for now, she returned to the rhythm of her day, the memory of the Shine app lingering in the back of her mind like a promise of something more.
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AnimusOme Thank you for embarking on the journey of "Beneath Her Shadow" with me. This novel is a labor of love, a narrative woven from the threads of mystery, romance, and the supernatural elements that skirt the edges of our reality.
In "Beneath Her Shadow," you've ventured through the lives of Jodie and James, a couple whose love is tested by forces beyond their understanding. The story is an exploration of the deep connections that bind us, the shadows that pursue us, and the light of love that can guide us back home. Jodie's experiences, rooted in her childhood, serve as a testament to the enduring nature of the human spirit when faced with the unseen and unexplainable.
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