“I still wait for the floor to fall from under me. Every day, every time Nate leaves, the entire time he’s gone, I feel tension in my chest.” She looks off. “Like I’m constantly expecting my phone to ring, and someone on the other end will tell me he’s not coming back. I hate it. Don’t know how to get rid of it.” She looks back to me, and I offer her a soft smile. “Me and you? We’re accustomed to bad shit. I think, even in the good, we’ll expect the bad.”
