It doesn’t matter. Because the fact is, when I started keeping people at arm’s length was when I started really finding happiness—and I’ve never met anyone who’s made me want to challenge that decision. No one. Not Gretchen, not the woman I met in Italy last year, not Jada from Texas, not Allie from Indiana, and not even… My thoughts snag on the one name I can’t bring myself to lump in with the others for some concerning reason: Annie Walker.
