“Cadence, maybe this is a sign. Maybe you’re alone right now because you need to be alone for a while.” My tears stop and my brow furrows. “I don’t know how to be alone, Sunny.” “I know you don’t, but you’re stronger than you think, Cadence. You just spend too much time focusing on someone else when you should be focusing on yourself.”
ah, so this should be a story about a woman learning to love being just with herself. I'll be judging it on whether or not she learns to be independent BEFORE jumping into bed with the priest...
