Order. I need order in my life. Rosie’s right. The wallowing cycle is up. It’s time to find out who I am. Without Balloon Boy. Without the fear Robert Morgan planted within me, like an arrow I couldn’t pull out, the night of the Summer Ball. Who am I, without the fear of that one night? Without Eliot. Without the need for anyone to complete me. Mum. Marv. A partner. Children. Eliot told me once I was enough, without all of that. And like the constellations and stars and obscure music facts, he is right. I am enough.
