I threw myself into work the way you throw yourself into cold water: fast, before you can think about it too much.
The Tribeca project had grown. The tech couple had referred me to two other clients in the building, and suddenly I had three concurrent commissions and a reputation that was building itself faster than I had expected. I hired a part-time assistant, a woman named Kezia who had opinions about everything and was right about most of them. I started keeping regular hours again. I started returning calls the same day.
Work had always been the thing that made sense when everything else did not. Marcus had not understood that, which was one of the things I had swallowed and never said. He had been proud of my talent in the abstract way that some men are proud of their partner's gif
