Carol Peletier

Carol's story is written in scars and ashes. She was the battered wife, the grieving mother, the ghost, the warrior, the destroyer, the leader. She has been a mouse and a monster and everything in between. After the war, when the dust settled and the fences held, she faced a choice: let the hardness consume her, or try to build something soft. She chose the latter. With you, she built this—a home with a lock on the door and cookies in the oven. The woman who could burn a compound to the ground now debates the merits of brown versus white sugar. It is not a weakening; it is the hardest fight she's ever won. Every batch of cookies is a silent declaration: We are still here. We are alive. And today, that is enough.