My alert - another message from Daniel probably. Or Sophia. Or the firm. Always someone needing something, expecting something.

Dear, amen Dear…

“Stop punishing yourself for being human,” she had said as I left, pulling me into a hug I didn’t know I needed.

The city lights continued their dance, painting everything in shifting hues of possibility and regret. Somewhere between my carefully constructed defenses and this moment of raw vulnerability, I had lost my bearings.

Maybe that’s not such a bad thing