Chapter 26
“It’s been a month, Job,” Patricia says as she sits across from me. “What are you waiting for?”
She’s talking about the letter she left on my porch on the day of Mom’s funeral. I haven’t opened it. And no, I still haven’t opened the door to my room. Christmas has come and gone. New Year’s has come and gone. And still, both stay closed.
“I don’t know,” I say.
“You’ve made a lot of progress in the past month. I can see great changes already. But this is a step you have to take if you want to keep moving forward. Open the letter, open the door, start living.”
That night I wrap up in a heavy coat and sit out on the porch with my mom’s letter in my hands. I take a deep breath and let the sting of the cold winter air remind me that I’m alive and I want to live. “Let’s do this,” I
