Days have passed since I lost Sadie. Her memory is still ingrained in every corner of this place, and in a way, it’s a welcome comfort.
It hurts more than I care to admit, but Roman has been distant. After what happened in the rose garden, I thought he’d at least poke his head in and ensure I was doing okay.
I receive the occasional text message, but they’re brief, most times just reminding me to take my medication. I don’t need reminding. Sadie’s death flipped a switch inside me. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to throw myself into the deep end and hope I remember how to swim.
Death opens your eyes to so many things, and losing Sadie has given me a new perspective on everything. I have done some serious soul-searching this week, and my determination to live has strengthened.
“Almos
