I get home from yoga around 12:30 p.m. feeling sufficiently calm. I am in a good place right now. I have about an hour before I need to leave to meet Declan. I send him a quick text message to confirm the place. We decide to meet at one of our favorite local pubs halfway in between our two places. He is short with me on his text message. I think he knows what this meeting is all about. I jump in the shower.
After the shower, I apply some light make-up and opt to let my hair dry in natural, unruly curls. What to wear? It’s just lunch on a Tuesday afternoon. Jeans and a sweater will suffice. I pull on boots over my jeans and give myself a quick check in the mirror. It just occurred to me that I have not really put that much effort into getting ready this afternoon. And I start to realize th
