While Maya talks to me and comforts me, my mind is far from the warm office space we’re sitting in, from what she's saying. I’m thinking of my next step, of everything that has happened, and how nothing makes sense anymore—until suddenly, it does. It all clicks together with a kind of frightening clarity. I’m going to leave Chicago. I’m going to take my baby and start all over again—this time, in New York.
“I'm going to leave Chicago” I say abruptly, cutting her off mid-sentence.
She pauses, blinking like I just spoke a different language. "What?”
“I said, I'm leaving Chicago for good.” I repeated. My voice is clearer this time, firmer even.
“Yeah, I heard you” she blinks her eye. “Where will you go? How will you manage on your own?” She asks.
“To New York. I'll be fine eventually. S
