New Plan
Ellen stood barefoot on her yoga mat, trying to focus on her breathing as the instructor calmly guided them through the poses. The air smelled faintly of lavender, the kind of soothing scent meant to relax, but her mind was anything but relaxed.
Helga, to her right, had a determined look on her face as she followed the instructor's lead. She'd convinced Ellen to come to this class, not wanting to go alone and claiming she didn't want to be "bored" without a friend to keep her company.
Most of the participants were older women, all moving gracefully through their stretches and bends, seemingly in perfect harmony with the calming music playing in the background. Ellen had agreed, thinking it would be a good way to relieve stress, but now, standing in the middle of a downward dog pose, her thoughts were far from peaceful. Mason's words from the night before played on a loop in her head.
Jealous. He'd said he was jealous.