“How is it going?” Makenna asks as I sit on the sofa in the office after dropping a feather in the small bowl I forgot about this morning.
“Good.” I scrunch up the sleeves on my sweater. It’s warm in here. “Why?”
“Just checking in. You seem a little distracted.”
I nod. “I’m processing things.” Makenna doesn’t know much about my life, but I’m sure she could intuitively weed out pieces of me.
“If you want to talk, you know I’m available. Even if it’s to offer some tools to help with the process.”
“Thank you. I’ll take you up on that soon.”
“Good. Now, how’s Matthias?” She smiles mischievously.
“Things are good. We’re in that phase where everything seems perfect. It’s not though, and we’re both aware of that. We’re both working through things that have surfaced.”
“When we meet someone
