Incredibly light and filled with jubilation. That was how I woke up this morning. At long last, I got up from the right side of the bed. My conversation with Alex lifted a heavy weight from my shoulders, and Malik's acceptance in stride doubled that lightness. I felt like I could face everything with them at my side.
Which should be my first glaring signal that something was about to go wrong. I shouldn't be feeling this happy. My experiences told me that I was about to crash hard every time I felt this way. They had yet to steer me wrong.
I walked out of my shared bedroom with Malik and, as usual, saw Alex in the kitchen. Mia finally gave me the contact number of the specialist after setting up an appointment for me today. Alex decided to be the one to accompany me since Malik was still
