Chapter Twenty-Nine
AlisonI’m exhausted. And covered in mud. I drop into the chair in my tiny office, and open my laptop. I’ve been home for three days, but I haven’t had time to decompress and process the disastrous visit home. The first of the winter rains arrived in the form of an all-night gully washer. Carla and her crew and I have been repairing washed out fence posts, assessing exposed vines, and making a plan to get a cover crop planted as soon as possible to prevent further erosion this winter.
My heart hurts, reliving all the crap I thought I’d put behind me, all the self-loathing, that thankfully now feels foreign. I’m stronger now, I can see that clearly. And I have to admit, I’m stronger because of the way Nico loves me. He didn’t tease me when I felt brave enough to let him
