Monday morning arrives with a knot of anxiety in my stomach that no amount of deep breathing can untie.
I've changed my outfit three times, which is ridiculous. I'm not trying to make a statement. Except I am, aren't I? Just by showing up with Zeke, I'm making the biggest statement of my life.
*I'm choosing him. I'm choosing this. And I don't care what you think.*
Except I do care. That's the problem.
My phone buzzes as I'm pulling into the school parking lot.
**Zeke:** *I'm here. Want me to wait by your car?*
My heart does that stupid flutter thing it's been doing since Saturday night. I could tell him no. Could walk in separately, keep this quiet for a little longer.
But that would be hiding. And I'm done hiding.
**Me:** *Yes.*
I park in my usual spot and take a moment to steady
