I have decided to fight for them, began Alanna’s email.
The note arrived late in the evening on the day after my toilet stall heart-to-heart with Otis, and I was once again home alone, unaware of when Morgana would return or, I supposed, even where she was. Alanna’s sentence struck me like a flint, creating a brief but powerful spark that jolted me out of my malaise and cast me upward toward a truer and more vivid consciousness.
My muscles tensed as I read what my friend had written.
Dear Hector,
I have decided to fight for them. Even as I write this, I feel the incredible (and incredibly important) burden that your advice back in February foisted onto me. I will fight for them. And by them, I don’t just mean Lesley, who has become a full member of our family now, much to Mitch’s cha
