Posted: 06/28/2014
For just over a week now I’ve been staying with a friend of Aud’s who reached out to me via direct message on my blog. “Audrey was a dear friend,” she said in a private email following our initial correspondence. “We’d worked together at a couple of clubs. She had her demons, but she was a good person and it’s clear she really loved you. She’d want to know that you were safe. My home is yours, should you need a place to rest.” The timing was impeccable; while my commitment to finish our story remains strong, my strength has been fading for some time now. For the first two days after I arrived on Aud’s friend’s doorstep – (“Call me Gwen,” she said, inviting me inside. “It’s not my real name, but …” “Anonymity,” I replied, to which she nodded, smiled and shut the door beh
