I should have asked at breakfast, but I’d been so overwhelmed with what we’d done last night that I’d done my mouse routine, trying to huddle in my work as a way to cope. And in the midst of restoring old books and focusing on details outside of this relationship that I’m terrified of screwing up, I’m starting to handle it. My breaths aren’t so tight, my heart isn’t acting like I’m running a marathon, and my brain can process everything.
