I didn’t expect the feeling to hit me while rinsing out a coffee mug at six-thirty in the morning, but that’s how it happened.
It came like a quiet shift in gravity, an odd awareness, an epiphany that the walls of Mala’s apartment, warm and familiar and the only home I know was starting to feel a little… borrowed.
Haven worked two months at Marrow & Finch my life has changed in ways I hadn’t fully registered until that morning. I had a routine now, everyday I commute to work, sit at my desk and rummage through a pile of manuscripts to read. I was paying for my own groceries now, splitting utilities, buying my own damn shampoo without glancing at price tags. I even had a small savings account, fattened by money I had never touched back when Kyl used to give me “gifts” in envelopes or slip
