Thirty
For the next week, I tried to fit my life into some kind of normalcy again. What was normal? I flipped open books, but I’d find myself staring at the page, my eyes focused beyond the words. Boats came and went in the bay, and part of me secretly wished each sail on the horizon was Eik returning, but I knew time slipped on and Jonas was further away.
Liam had twined into my life slowly, and the extraction had been painful and drawn out. Jonas had come into my life with a splash, and out with a puff of breeze.
Unlike the rip of a Band-Aid, Jonas’s disappearance got worse each day. I missed his calm presence, his small, tender smiles. Eventually, I knew, I would have to move Welina again, and having to do it without Jonas there to help me, to once again be alone, seemed like an insu
