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I went through the next few weeks in a bit of a haze. I made it to work on time, and I responded appropriately to concerned questions, but I wasn’t fully engaged. I just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep for a week.
When I saw Courtney walk into the shop and Annie step forward, I knew they were staging some sort of intervention. I didn’t want either of them to worry, and I was touched that they both cared so much, but I wasn’t ready to be my usual, perky self. I tried to come up with some words to let them know that I would be okay, but that I needed some time to heal.
“You know we love you.” It was Courtney who spoke. “But you have to snap out of this funk.” She moved to put her arms around both of us and we stood in a three-way hug. The store was empty of customers, so we were abl
