The aftermath doesn't always easy. But I'm dealing. Living. And kept on moving forward. Work helped. George helped. Updates from Beny in Boston helped.
Jessi still wasn’t back full-time, but her boots were often on the floor, and my bread and cereal kept disappearing, which I took as a good sign. As much as I missed her, I certainly had no intention of pressuring her.
Things were quiet, which was what I needed. Without Jessi for them to happen around, the warehouse stopped being a party space and became more of a me in a blanket reading on the sofa and eating my favorite snacks.
Which meant that, when there came a knock on the door one evening, it took me genuinely by surprise—especially because I hadn’t ordered any takeaway.
I thought it's probably Jessi, returning home in royal s
