I am not entirely sure how I got here.
I have a knife in my hand, trimming tenderstem broccoli and thinly slicing carrots I have just peeled in Landry's family kitchen.
This is not how I thought my day would end, but then again, this day was never destined to be normal.
And yet there has been something so immediately welcoming about this place, so warm and matter-of-fact, that I feel steadier than I have any right to.
I am not fine, and nor am I anyway near what I would regard as normal.
But I am able, somehow, to shelve the strangeness of the day in an orderly way. The solicitors' office. The potential title. The DNA sample. The chase. The crash. Landry's ridiculous clothes. Me, sobbing helplessly as the day finally caught up with me.
All of it still exists.
But here, with vegetabl
