You’d probably be a famous psychologist now helping people with all their problems.” I looked at him, and we both were silent, until we burst into laughter. It was the first time I had laughed since Hef’s death, and that little bit of laughter, even if it was at my own expense, felt good. It felt like hope, and it sounded like freedom. And maybe I would help people someday, but right now, I had to figure out a way to help myself.
