Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lucy
The following day, I should’ve been in a good mood. I was finally cleared to do more than light duty. I’d gotten nothing more than a mild scolding from my doctor to take it easy and not push too hard.
A cool summer breeze gusted across my face as I worked. I loved working in construction because it meant being outside. The physical exertion was also satisfying and tended to nudge me out of my tendency to worry. The physicality of the work and the calm predictability suited me. There was nothing uncertain about measuring a two-by-four for a cut. Everything was laid out in neat, organized plans.
If only life could be like that, then maybe I could relax. I’d once seen a therapist, back when I was in foster care. She’d been nice enough, but at the time I’d been so
