The burden of grief never really vanishes. It stays behind for lonelier moments to live in the spaces between heartbeats, in the shadows of things left unsaid. But grief doesn't pause the world; it doesn't bring anyone some kind of respite before Sundays arrive upon us again.
I had spent weeks in that darkness, treading slowly through a grief that choked my breath. The time would not stop; it was wonderful in its murderous insistence. Life moved forward. So must I.
It began with AUDREY.
A project that had teetered in limbo after everything with Elon—after the funeral, after the heartbreak—was waiting for me to recommit myself. Oh, dear Audrey, patient as a saint. She had never pressed me, never made me feel like I owed her anything, but she also had never stopped reminding me that I was
