“Why all the crosswords?” I shrug as his footsteps echo behind mine. “Just to occupy my mind.” “So you’re like me.” “In what way?” “Worried about where your mind will go if left unoccupied.” Ten words. Ten words that I’ve been trying to articulate for years. Ten words that make me think I’ve had it all wrong about Alex Corbeau-Green. Ten words that make me feel less alone. “Yeah,” I whisper. “They’re a cage for my thoughts.”
