My toes and the balls of my feet don’t have any sensation left in them. Neither do my fingers. Neither does the cavity left hollowed out inside my chest. Fumbling in my jacket pocket for my keys, I’m like a shadow in the night, disappearing back toward my car as fast as I can fucking move. Humiliation has kicked my heart out into the snow, leaving it to freeze amongst the rows of illuminated reindeer and gaudy candy canes.
