JILL
I needed a dose of normal, but I wasn’t sure where to find it so I came to the only place that made sense: the Eaton Centre. All this space, all these stores, all these people. Who needs to disappear when you can just sit yourself on a bench in a big anonymizing mall and watch the world go by while the light of day shines through a vaulted glass ceiling. The distraction is welcome.
Don’t shortchange yourself.
Mona’s words hanging in the air.
I’m pretty sure there’s more to you than you think.
A text comes in …
KRIS
Hey Jill.I’m not really in contact with my family, not that I’m angry or anything. Not that they’ve done anything. They’re all decent people living healthy working-class lives. We see each other once or twice a year, ostensibly to make sure we’re still alive.
There
