It’s been a month and six days since that Parisian weekend.
James didn’t contact me, either through Claudia or directly. My heart keeps racing every time I get a call from an unknown number. But invariably, it’s a telemarketer or a pollster.
Life is back to normal.
I don’t sleep very well, and I’m always tired and listless. When people notice it, I blame the extended winter. My best friend Anita got me a huge box of vitamin D pills. She calls it the sunshine vitamin and says it will give me energy. I wish there was a pill to clear a selection of memories and a specific person from my mind. I wish there was a pill to silence an idiotic heart when it doesn’t want to hear reason.
My mother started radiation therapy, and her blood results improved with each test. She has gained a few pound
