This month. Six weeks, really. Six weeks and three days, actually. Not that I’m counting. (Yes, I am.) I’m counting the minutes, the hours, the days. The minutes seem like hours. The hours, like days. Days, like weeks. I hobble along on crutches. Reaching for this and for that. Everything takes longer. Everything feels harder....
It is just after 7:30 in the morning when I glance down at my phone and notice I have a missed call. I examine the number, but can’t place it. Must have been the wrong number, I think to myself. Seconds later, I receive a text from Chad: Please have Summer call me as soon...
I round the corner onto Boylston Street and hear the deafening sounds of the cheering crowd. My body is shivering from the quickly changing temperatures and the shock of all that happened over the previous 26 miles. This is the moment I’d envisioned for the past 18 weeks. All the time and the work and...
I wake surrounded by darkness and she’s gone. . . Again. I fight to remember the details, but they disappear like steam rising off a pond in the early morning hours. The dream is foggy, as if I am watching through barely open eyes. A tiny glimpse, a distant memory, a shooting star flying across...
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