I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience when I returned to work after the weekend. It was as if I was floating above myself. I watched the Evie below cook pastries and ring up customers. I knew that I was physically there, working like I would any other day, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.
Multiple places, actually. My thoughts were a jumbled mess of confusion and decisions I had to make, and when I let myself spiral into those black holes, the world felt like it was caving in on me.
I thought about Finn, and how we hadn't spoken since our conversation on my front porch. Not even a single text. I guess both of us were taking this time apart literally. I thought about what he insinuated happened in Tucson, and how even though he didn't actually say it, I knew he didn
