Chapter 43By six o’clock, a s***h of gray morning light dances across the apartment floor from the half-drawn curtains of the balcony doors.
I lay still, dazed, my head fuzzy from lack of sleep.
Maybe my therapist’s breathing techniques are working, I think, turning to Steve snoring next to me. The bed is warm, comforting, safe. I do not want to leave the apartment today. I want to stay inside, isolated.
I fumble with the bedsheets around my ankles and sit up on the edge of the bed, leaning forward and scratching my head. I climb into a new pair of boxers and a T-shirt. I stand and stretch, zombie-walk into the kitchen.
I turn on the light above the oven and make coffee.
As I wait, I scroll through Twitter and i********:, reading every other post about other people’s breakups and trav
