You sleep late, the quiet comfort of the upstate like a balm around your senses. What if we had it wrong all along and you don't actually have to suffer first to deserve peace after. It's like you don't know how to just be okay.
The morning walk is still, snow-covered cemeteries and fresh air, every turn shows another dog out for a walk. You meet a nine-week-old puppy named Noodle. It seems right. You dream of a home now, a peace the kind that will settle in your bones.
The problem is you've never let anything settle in your bones, so why would you now.
You begin looking at apartment listings, but it feels like a show. You look to the woods, but it feels like a death sentence. Across the country, your sister becomes someone new. But only on paper.
When you start looking at what life really is,
it's not what they told you, at all.
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