Icebreaker

by Hannah Grace

I have a theory that Aubrey is a Soviet spy. I don’t have any evidence, and my theory isn’t well developed. Developed at all, actually. But sometimes, when she’s screaming at me to straighten my spine or lift my chin, I swear a slight Russian accent slips out.

I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m a control freak, but I’m a woman who needs to be in control. There’s definitely a difference.

Am I old enough to not pass off the blame for my mistake? Sure. Will it stop me from trying? No.

Rebecca, for being the Canadian version of me. Thank you for making me feel like self-publishing was achievable, for listening to my random four a.m. rambles, and for talking me down when the imposter syndrome is trying to win. I feel so lucky to call you a friend.