To do so sounds simple, but I don’t think it was so simple for me to detach from the world we’d created, as though I could simply toss it aside after a period of intense commitment. When I try to remember how I gave up the fiction, my mind blots out the transition; I have no recollection of telling Jessica that there was no Nothing and no Fantasia, as though the trauma of letting it all go had shattered my memories.
