Chapter Thirteen
Sometimes knowing you’ve examined yourself and your place in the world and have made decisions based on that examination is enough. Sometimes it’s not.
–Dr. Abigail Rosen, The F Word: Femininity in the New Century
London sunlight was deceptive. When filtered through low clouds and intermittent precipitation, high noon masqueraded as dusk or dawn. When Mitch woke, the light that made it past the drawn window shade was gray and weak and hinted at early morning, but the stiffness in her back and shoulder said otherwise. For the last week, she’d slept like she hadn’t believed possible. Eight, nine, even ten hours at a stretch, waking only to turn over and consider getting up to pee before being consumed by sleep again.
When she surfaced from these marathon nights, she kept
